Eat the Rude

    "Hello Will. Pleasure to meet you. Please, come in."

Will was quite taken with how beautiful she was. He passed by her into the foyer.

    "You have a beautiful home." Will mused glancing around.

Juliette shut the door and ushered him down the hall into her study.

    "Please make yourself comfortable Will." said Juliette sitting in a large red chair.

Will took his place in the chair across from her. He couldn't help but look at her slender legs as she crossed them. Her flawless, pale skin like churned cream. She leaned forward to grab her pen and tablet from the table offering Will a long look at her immaculate cleavage. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hoping to desperately hide his growing erection.

    "So Will, what brings you in today? Dr. Reynard didn't tell me much about what you have been suffering from so please enlighten me."

    "Well Dr. DeLoncre. I am actually not from France....at all."

    "I gathered Will and please, call me Juliette."

Will smiled slightly. He loved the sound of her name. He loved the sound his name made when she spoke it.

    "I am here in Paris on some official business. I work with the FBI behavioral analysis unit. A case we are working brought me here."

    "I was not aware the FBI has any jurisdiction in France."

Will chuckled.

    "They don't, I am here to merely....see what I can find. Get a new perspective if you will."

Juliette looked up from her pad. Will was shifting in his seat again. She noted the bulge that was beginning to form in his pants.

    "You still haven't told me exactly why you are here Will."

    "I need someone to talk to. You see, this case I have been working has taken over my life in many ways. I was accused of being a killer, incarcerated, exonerated, released. I have always been the hunter, a seeker of answers. In my pursuit of this killer I have had to turn myself from the prey.....to the predator."

    "Role reversal can often damage the psyche. Your's seems to still be intact. Have you identified this killer?"

    "He is known in the states as the Chesapeake Ripper. I know him as Dr. Hannibal Lecter."

Juliette's heart jumped into her throat. She knew she couldn't let Will see it.

    "I see, I have read some of his papers. He's an incredible psychologist. Very intelligent. Hard to imagine him as a killer."

    "Trust me, he is a master of manipulation. If you knew him you would understand."

Juliette glanced at her watch and set down her pad.

    "Well Mr. Graham, your time for today is up but I would love to see you back here next week for another appointment."

Will stood from his chair and moved to the door.

    "Thank you Juliette, I will see you next week."

She showed him to the door and raced back to her study to grab her phone. Hannibal had already texted her.

"Can't get you off my mind. Dinner tonight? My house? 8?"

"I will be there."