He closed his fingers around hers and guided her away from the painting. “I hope you don’t mind, but I followed you from the stairs.”
She walked slowly next to him. “I’m really sorry for—”
“Please”—he held up his free hand—“no more apologies. Perhaps our meeting was fate.”
Fate? Gwen didn’t believe in such a thing. She did believe in opportunities and when they revealed themselves, they were worth taking. Meeting Phillip on the plane and joining the mile high club was a prime example.
“Do you live and work here in Paris?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m in the Entertainment business.” He stopped and turned to the wall. “And while I admire the work of the artists who created all these masterpieces, they never portray bodies accurately. Women have small breasts and men have small penises. Here is a perfect example.”
Gwen pressed her lips together to prevent the laughter from bursting free. Once she gained control of her humorous side, she said, “A large cock might take the focus off the rest of the picture.”
“Yes, but it would reflect realism and how the man truly feels.” Pierre gently squeezed her hand.
“Maybe the artist thought it would offend others of his era.” Gwen shrugged.
“A man should be proud of his manhood when he’s excited by a woman.” He met her gaze. “I am.”
Gwen realized her mouth was hanging open and shut it. Did he confess he had a hard-on? She glanced down. Unfortunately, his dark pants hid any sign of an erection.
“Would you prefer me to have a small penis if I were in this picture? Would you not rather see the real thing?”
Her face felt as if it were on fire. “I’d much rather see the true shape.”
He moved closer to her. “You wouldn’t be disappointed.”
“I believe that.” She stared into his blue eyes while her panties grew wetter. The man had sex appeal she couldn’t resist.
He lifted his free hand and traced his fingers down her arm. A chill raced through her, hardening her nipples and sending erotic tingles to her apex.
“You are a work of beauty. Dare I say I would enjoy marveling at your body? I would enjoy…”
He turned his head without finishing his sentence. Three ladies stood several feet away, whispering and watching Gwen and Pierre. They all had dark hair, yet two were younger. The oldest was fishing inside her purse as if she were searching for something.
Pierre sighed. “I must go.” He dug inside his inner jacket.
“Are your escorting services over?” Gwen looked at the women, then Pierre. Confusion gnawed at her.
“For now. But I will return. I promise.” He handed a small business card to Gwen.
She took the small paper and glanced at it. To her surprise, she found the word ‘actor’ under his name.
“You’re an actor?” she asked.
“Yes. Do you have a number?”
Gwen shoved her hand into her bag and snatched a pen. The women’s cackling drew the attention of another young couple in the room. Realizing she had little time, she used the back of the card Pierre had given her and wrote her cell phone number on it. If the man truly wanted to marvel at her body, he’d contact her.
“Here.” She returned the paper to him. “I’d like you to finish that sentence sometime.”
The thumps of shoes moving closer stole their gazes. The three women were walking toward them.
Pierre bent to kiss her cheek, then her ear. “I will. Don’t leave.”
He walked away before she could draw in another breath.
The three women stopped and watched as Pierre disappeared from the gallery. Their bright smiles faded and the two younger ladies turned to the oldest.
Gwen sighed heavily. She wished Pierre could’ve stayed with her longer. He seemed nice. Although she knew nothing about him other than he was an actor, she couldn’t resist his appeal. She had a few more nights in Paris. Why not enjoy at least one with a hot and irresistible man? Pierre fit the description perfectly.
The three females walked toward Gwen. They were dressed nicely, in skirts and blouses, not the type to cause trouble. Their eyes were wide with curiosity as they approached.
“I’m sorry but I don’t speak French,” Gwen said as they came to a stop.
The older lady pointed to the door. “Are you a friend of his?” she asked in English.
Gwen shook her head. “No. I just met him. He told me his name, but I didn’t get to know him.”
The woman smiled. “He’s a big actor. TV. Movies. Big. We love him. My daughters and I.”
“He’s very popular in Paris?” Gwen asked rather than said with her eyebrows raised.
She waved her hand in the air. “All over France. Was he nice?”
“Yes, he was.”
The younger ladies smiled. The mother looked at her daughters and the same pleasantry appeared on her face.
“Excuse me, my time is limited in Paris,” Gwen said.
The mom gave a nod and ushered her girls away.
Gwen walked toward the open doorway where Pierre had disappeared. She hoped she’d run into him again soon, but understood if she didn’t in the museum. Looking at art was more exciting with him.
She entered the next room and eyed the paintings. After she’d finished checking them all out, she stepped into the hall then entered the next exhibit. Seconds later, she felt a small vibration from her purse. She hurried to withdraw her cell. A glance at the screen revealed the message.
Are you alone?
She twisted to see if anyone else was nearby. No one was. She stole a glimpse at her phone again. The number from the sender was unfamiliar to her. She recalled the odd numbers on Pierre’s card and recognized the first couple of digits. As she typed a response, she hoped she was communicating with Pierre.
I am.
Gwen held her phone in her hand and at her side in case someone walked into the room. The rules of the museum stated no cell phone usage. She didn’t plan to take any pictures or make any calls. As long as nobody saw her, or Pierre, then they should be safe. Clearly he must have thought the same thing since he sent her a message.
Her phone vibrated, calling her attention to it.
Shall I finish my sentence now?
Gwen smiled. Desire stirred within her as she typed her reply to him.
Yes. Tell me what you would enjoy doing to my body.
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About the Author
Diane lives Indiana. She is a lifetime lover of the paranormal, sci-fi, and fantasy. Her mind constantly wanders into other worlds full of dark and mysterious creatures.
Vampires, werewolves, demons, and other supernatural creatures are her friends. A few bite, others tempt, and some are hot as hell. To escape her day job, she puts her thoughts into words and brings those fantastical worlds and creatures to life.
Reader beware: She is not responsible for any titillation, increased temperatures, hormonal stirrings, or unusual bite marks. Besides writing, Diane enjoys sunny days, travelling, shopping with her daughter, laughter, and red wine. She dislikes taxes, slow drivers, and cranky people.
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Diane loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.
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