She looked up at him. The man was at least six feet four inches tall. He had to be. She was wearing high heels, and she still was short. He looked like a disciplinary, with his short, crew-cut hair, deep hazel eyes, and an air about him that signified power, control, and natural sex appeal. Her damn pussy came alive, and she actually felt her panties get wet. She was getting off on this stranger from his looks alone. It was shocking, and she tried to give herself a mental kick in the ass, but it was no use. The man was hot.
As they made their way through the dining area, she could see all the major industry people chatting and trying to sell their products. She was glad she wasn’t here to sell products. This was her time now.
“How is this table over here, Tia Rose? It’s a little more private, and has a nice view of the city streets below.”
“Yes, that one is perfect,” she said, and could hear her voice shaking. Her palms were sweaty and she wondered if this man were for real. Had the wine gone to her head? Was she imagining this?
He pulled the chair out for her to sit. She smiled, and when she took the seat he offered and looked up to inhale his cologne one last time before he sat down, he squeezed her shoulder. The chills of awareness and desire shot through her system. Her nipples tightened, as if there were an imaginary string from where his hands squeezed to her nipples. Holy shit.
What the hell is happening to me? I want this man. I want to get lost in his eyes, in his huge embrace, and underneath him.
She felt her cheeks flush at her perverted thoughts. God, she needed more experience.
Get it with Hudson. Get it here in Paris.
Immediately a waiter arrived and took their drink orders while passing them menus. Hudson ordered a bottle of some fancy French wine. It must have been costly because the waiter raised his eyebrows at him and suddenly seemed to want to cater to Hudson’s every need.
Hudson smiled at her from across the table.
“Do you know a lot about wine?” she asked, trying to steer the conversation away from what was really on her mind.
Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend? Are you a serial killer? Do you want to have sex with me tonight no strings attached?
She gulped hard, and then looked down at the menu again. He began to speak about the wine in Paris and how this particular wine he ordered was from a local winery, which had existed for centuries. She found herself mesmerized by the tone of his voice. It was commanding, yet comforting and firm. When he spoke, she listened to every word. He was that charismatic and powerful. It made her shiver with trepidation, yet aroused her nipples. She hoped the dress covered the not-so-tiny buds. Being well-endowed and then some, her aroused nipples would surely show through the satin. She moved her arms and used the large menu to block his view as she tried to caress away the ache. When she looked up at him, and the fact that he seemed to watch her knowingly, she felt embarrassed.
He reached the short distance across the table and took her hand.
“I feel it, too. Let’s enjoy dinner and then see where things lead.”
She was stunned to silence. She couldn’t speak. The man was a master at seduction and knowing a woman’s body. He probably did shit like this all the time. So why wasn’t she running for the nearest exit?
Because he is that fine. He has the most amazing, sexy eyes, and his dominance and experience are a total turn-on. Let’s see what you have, lover boy. Will he take a chance on me, a plus-size female? Oh, boy, does my pussy sure hope so.
* * * *
“This is delicious,” she stated, and Hudson watched her as she enjoyed a second glass of the wine. She was easing up, but she was still so shy and reserved. When she told him they shouldn’t share too much information about one another, he was shocked. He was the man here. He thought he was leading the way to getting to know her, and hopefully having her in his bed this evening, but Tia Rose surprised him. It seemed she was just as attracted to him as he was to her.
They ate their meal in little silence. One conversation led to another, and soon they were sharing dessert and staring at one another across the table. It was getting late, but time seemed to not matter at all. He no longer focused on her being in his bed as he did on listening to her voice, her ideas about Paris, and the world. She was associated with some sort of business, but as he asked more questions, she evaded the answers.
He did find out that she worked in design. By her extensive knowledge of furniture, ceramics, and materials, she seemed to be involved with the industry this gala was hosting tonight. He was a good judge of character. Hudson needed to be, for business as well as pleasure. It was especially important to read the signs and the body language of a person he was spending time with. Tia Rose seemed reserved and shy, yet the dress she wore, the style of her hair, and the light amount of makeup on her, all indicated something entirely different than what he was getting from conversing with her.
Perhaps she just dressed up so much for this evening, and for the simple fact that she was in Paris. What was really peculiar about this encounter was the fact that she didn’t want to know a thing about him. Not if he were rich or poor, just whether he was married or single or lived here in Paris. She seemed disappointed when he said he didn’t live here, yet she stopped him from saying where it was he lived. She intrigued him, and the more they talked, and the more wine they drank, the easier conversation flew, as well as time.
Then he began to wonder what his twin brother, Jagger, would think of her. He almost felt like he didn’t want to share her. Or maybe it was that he feared she wouldn’t be compatible to both of them. He wasn’t sure, so he embraced tonight, and what was surely yet to come.
* * * *
Tia Rose laughed at something Hudson told her. She was having an amazing time. To think that she actually almost walked away from Hudson when they first met was crazy. It also would have been one of the stupidest decisions of her life. Then she reminded herself that this was the new her. She didn’t know this man. She didn’t even tell him where she was from, or ask where he was from. They settled on the Untied States as their answer.
He was charming and as big as an NFL linebacker, and he carried himself well. In front of him she actually felt feminine and petite. It was crazy. Me, feminine and petite. No one ever made me feel this beautiful, this attention getting.
The bread and cheeses were divine, but she couldn’t seem to eat too much. She knew she should, especially drinking so much wine, but she felt so comfortable and relaxed. She could get lost in his gorgeous hazel eyes, and manly expressions.
“Shall we walk outside?” he asked her as the evening was drawing later and later. She didn’t know what time it was, just that she was getting tired, yet felt energetic at the same time.
“Where are you staying?” he asked.
“Not far from here.” It was how she played out most of their conversation. She didn’t want him to know too much about her, and he seemed to not want to reveal too much about himself.