A knock and a present

You're both silent in the cab back to school, lost in your separate thoughts. Brian pays the driver when you arrive and you stroll through the soft darkness to your cottage, making small talk about the freshness of the air.

You've only been inside your cottage for a few seconds when there is an insistent knock on the door.

"Just a minute," you call, looking a question at Brian who shakes his head and shrugs.

You open the door to see a stunning girl smiling on the porch. Her dark hair is in a pageboy cut that perfectly frames her flawless face, and she wears shorts that cling to her like a second skin and a loose off the shoulder blouse that shows no sign of a bra strap.

"Bonsoir M'sieur Carter," she trills prettily. "I am Gabrielle DuPlessis. I have brought you and M'sieur Watts a present to warm your house. That is correct, is it not? To warm your house?"

"A house warming present," you correct her with a smile as Brian steps up beside you. You take the two gift wrapped boxes from her, handing the one labelled Monsieur Watts to him.

"Hélas, I have not mastered the idioms," she sighs, looking adorable. "Je suis désolé. I must improve. It is why I am here, to learn to speak like an American." She shrugs, and from the movement beneath her blouse, your guess that she is braless seems confirmed.

"You're very fluent already, Gabrielle. And if you spoke too much like an American you might lose that delightful accent. And that would be very sad," you smile at this pretty French girl.

"Alors! M'sieur is teasing poor Gabrielle! That is very wicked!" she laughs throatily. "Très méchant. I must escape before you tease this innocent girl again." She gives you both a grin of farewell and a quick look of appraisal as she turns and bounds down the path, her rump looking thoroughly tasty. At the last moment she turns and blows you a kiss, winking at you before she disappears.

Shaking your head in amusement, you untie the ribbon securing the box and open it. Looking inside you start to laugh.

For there, inside the box, are two cupcakes, carefully iced to look like the pretty breasts of a young girl, the dark nipples stiff and pebbled. On the inside of the box lid the message 'Bon appétit! Enjoy! Gabrielle DuPlessis' is written in cursive script.