They had lunch at a French cafe.

"Oh yes, there's a French place at 5th and Madison," Veronica answered.

"Cafe Boulud?" the driver piped.

"Yes, please!" Marlissa said. "I love French cuisine!"

"Cafe Boulud it is then," Veronica told the driver. "Hopefully we can get in without a reservation."

"Don't worry, ma'am, I know the hostess," the driver responded. True to his word, he called ahead to the restaurant and spoke briefly with the hostess and arranged for a table at the back.

The restaurant staff and patrons paused to gawk at the statuesque redhead as she made her way to their table. "I have no doubt your wife will win over the modelling agent this afternoon," Veronica whispered to Ryan after noticing the phenomenon Marlissa had with people, especially their waiter.

"Drinks... Um, would you... um... like something to drink first?" the young man babbled, unable to keep his eyes off of the succubus, handing over the wine list and menus.

If their was any hint of jealousy of Marlissa's beauty that attracted all of the attention in the room, Veronica showed no sign of it. Ryan wondered if she too was entranced with Marlissa and was just honored to be a close friend and lover?

"A bottle of Dolcetto d’Alba," Veronica smiled at the waiter after getting his attention.

"I'll be right back. Please take your time with the menu."

"So about the repayment," Veronica said innocently after the waiter left.

"I can write you a check when I get home," Ryan replied. He knew he had to dip into his trust fund that his grandparents had set up for him after he decided to become an archaeologist.

"Oh, I know you're good for it," Veronica said with a mischievous grin. She leaned over, hovering over Marlissa's breasts, to whisper to Ryan. "You can pay me back the interest tonight over dinner." She sat back up as the waiter came back, smiling at Marlissa. The redhead nodded and smiled at her husband, acknowledging she approved.

The waiter, ignorant of what conspired, placed down a wine ice bucket next to their table and showed the bottle to Veronica who nodded with approval of the year. He popped the cork to the cheers of the two beautiful women and then pour the wine. "Are you ready to order?"

"I will have the roulade de sanglier smoked foie gras, s'il vous plaît," Marlissa answered with a perfect Parisian French accent. "Merci!"

"Me too!" Veronica said.

"I'll have seared duck breast," Ryan replied. The waiter nodded, took their menus, and left to place their order.

"I didn't know you spoke French!" Veronica gasped.

"I spent a few years in Paris," Marlissa confessed with a humble smile, giving Ryan a knowing glance. It was another part of her history she would reveal to him later.

"À l'université, je appris le français," Veronica proudly boasted with a noticeable English accent to her French. "Je aime acheter des vêtements à Paris."

"C'est très bien!" Marlissa marveled.

Ryan was glad for the distraction of the two women communicating in French, which he also knew but did not reveal the fact, to talk about fashion instead of sex. He loved having sex with the brunette heiress but it seemed like she had a stronger libido than him. He didn't think he could last with both her and a succubus wife.

"Ah, here's our lunch," Ryan announced as the waiter came back with the exquisite dishes that were almost too beautiful to eat.

"Bon appétit," the waiter said, leaving them to their lunch and wine.

"How's the foie gras?" Ryan asked after taking a bit of his duck. He did not think the small portion on his plate would satisfy his hunger, especially after hours of relentless shopping he had to endure with a smile.

"C'est délicieux!" Veronica gushed.

"Voulez-vous essayer de goûter le canard?" Ryan offered some his duck to his wife. She graciously accepted and moaned at the taste of the juicy meat.

Veronica stared at him with her mouth agape. "You can speak French? You understood everything we said?!"

"Yes, plus Italian, Spanish, Latin, Arabic, Persian, and I'm learning Mandarin." He intentionally not mention Sumerian. "I had to learn them so I can travel around the world for my work."

"He is married to me," Marlissa teased Veronica, noticing the sparkle of lust in the brunette's eyes.

"I know. I know," Veronica sighed in resignation.

The waiter came back at the right time. "Would you like some dessert?" He handed them menus.

"Yes, please," Marlissa replied, placing her hand on Veronica's lap, assuring her there were no awkwardness or ill feelings.

"I will have the molten chocolate cake," Veronica piped up, unable to pass up chocolate.

"Me too!" Marlissa agreed.

"Make that three," Ryan answered.

"Of course," the waiter nodded, taking their menus. "I will be right back."

"So when is Sam going to meet the agent?" Ryan asked.

"Three," Veronica replied, looking at her iPhone. "Don't worry we will have enough time to go back to the hotel and pick something for Sam to wear."

"She could wear nothing and impress the agent," Ryan joked, winking at Marlissa, who blushed almost as red as her hair.

"Sure if she was trying to get a job at Playboy," Veronica laughed.

"I don't think I want millions of other men leering at my wife's nude body," Ryan grumbled, regretting his comment.

Marlissa kissed her husband on the cheek. "You are the only man who can see me naked," she assured him.

"But I'm not a man," Veronica giggled, leaning over to kiss Marlissa on the lips just as the waiter returned with their dessert. The young man stood dumbfounded gawking at the two beautiful women, looking at him from the corner of their eyes, continue to kiss.

"I'll take that," Ryan offered, grabbing the plates from the tray. "And the bill, please."

"Uh... sorry! Oh, yes. Of course!" The flabbergasted waiter left blushing.

Veronica picked up her cellphone and dialed while taking a bite of the chocolate cake. "Hello, Stewart. We'll be waiting outside in ten minutes. Do you mind meeting us out front? Thank you."