<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Chez Antoinette | Lunch with Matilda</strong></div><br/>If Shawn were to be truthful, he’d be telling Matilda he did want more; he wanted to see her in quite the many positions and involved with quite a few interesting ideas beyond this. Shawn would tell her just how much she had driven him to almost lose a client by the way he was distracted by thinking about her the day before; the man would explain that his desire and current fascination was driven by her uniqueness, by the fact she was a woman one could never find within the city and almost impossible elsewhere. To say he was infatuated would, perhaps, be something of an understatement; all this as she spoke, his head giving a light nod as his food was eaten with the best of manners; making sure to clean his face softly with his napkin as any gentleman should.<br/><br/>Checking to make sure those around could not hear him speak, and keeping his tone low just in case, “Although I do not wish you nervous....” Shawn paused then shook his head, “No. It is too early to be thinking about such things when you first shoot is so close, and I’m sure you’ll do exquisitely.” It was then that Shawn’s eyes closed, “I know just where it shall go. There is a spot,” His hands go up as if he’s actually seeing, “This one spot. It’s in my dining area and is lacking the face of a beautiful woman who’s hair screams a fire-red.” Opening back up his eyes and relaxing his hands, he smiled. “It shall be as if you are sitting at my table as I enjoy every meal. Almost like a lover.” A sudden thought popped into Shawn's head, how much time had he spent with Matilda? He had said he would return her before noon was up and did not need to be holding her, this would be rude... but, perhaps, he could be a<em>little</em>greedy with the girls company.