Journey to Fortune(6)

"No," she replied as he walked along with her, and toward the large dining area inside.

He wasn't going to leave her, but he didn't want to seem pushy.

"So, is this your first trip to Paris?" he asked.

She looked at him, her eyes wide as saucers as she stared at his face.  Was she liking what she saw? He wondered, and then smiled. She was  speechless, and he thought she couldn't get any more beautiful.

She took a sip of wine and wet her lips by sticking out her tongue. He was wrong. She kept getting more beautiful.

"It is my first trip here, and you?"

"Oh, no, I've been here before."

"With business?"

He wasn't going to give her much information. He needed to learn more  about her. He stepped closer, his need to inhale her scent and let her  know his intentions, obvious.

"You are so stunning. What is your name?" he asked.

She nearly gulped.

"Tia Rose," she replied. He had to bite his lip between his teeth to not  moan in pleasure. "That's a gorgeous name, Tia Rose. A lovely name for a  lovely woman." He let his eyes roam over her cleavage.

"Are you meeting anyone, or would you like to accompany me to the dining  area? I'm dining alone," he added suddenly, and it shocked him. This  woman was the first woman to make him feel nervous.

She studied him for a moment, and then took another sip of wine. Was it liquid courage?

"Okay. I'm alone, too, so this will be nice. What's your name?"

"Hudson."

"Nice to meet you, Hudson," she whispered, and then stuck out her hand.  As he took her hand into his own, he felt a shock of awareness.

He whispered next to her ear, as he inhaled her sensual perfume. "I must tell you, Tia Rose, you are a very stunning woman."

Her cheeks turned a nice shade of pink, and then she lowered her eyes. A true submissive.

He felt his cock press against the zipper of his tuxedo pants. This  woman was special, and tonight was going to be his best night ever in  Paris.







Tia Rose prayed to God that she wouldn't make an ass of herself.

The man escorting her along the hallway with his arm looped through hers  was serious eye candy. She could feel the bulging muscles beneath his  tuxedo jacket, and God, he smelled incredible, too. She swallowed hard  and nearly tripped. She shouldn't have had that third glass of wine. Not  that she finished it, but she wasn't used to drinking, and she also  wasn't used to men like this paying attention to her.

Sure, since she'd arrived in Paris, she'd felt more alive and beautiful  than ever before. It was like life didn't exist before now. She knew  that sounded silly, but she wanted to hold on to the fantasy for as long  as she could.         

     



 

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.