So I did a quick outline of the next 8 or so chapters and I'm a bit excited for what's to come in this story! I love your comments and I hope what I have planned, you guys are gonna totally dig! Thanks again and again for the reviews and follows.
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Ch. 4
"M. Bishop, Mme Gray est arrivé." (Mr. Bishop, Ms. Gray has arrived.)
Gareth nodded looking towards his private entrance where she made her way, as if on queue through the doorway.
She looked stunning.
She didn't disappoint.
She never disappointed.
Her eyes searched the room for him.
They quickly locked on his and a grin quickly covered his face.
Gareth walked towards her, meeting her.
His eyes traced the dark red dress that clung elegantly to her curves, and the deep v that accentuated her ample cleavage.
"Breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking." He said, before capturing the lobe of her ear between his lips.
The feel of his lips caught her breath, sending chills down her spine.
She smiled looking to him. She ran her fingers playfully down the lapel of his suit jacket.
"Not looking so bad yourself."
She gave him a quick kiss, making sure she drug his bottom lip between hers.
He grinned, as she watched him run a single finger down her neck, her chest, to the space where her breast met.
"Let's get you a glass a wine," he said then reaching for her. "I made sure your favorite bottle of Cab would be here for you."
Gareth placed his hand at the small of her back leading her to the bar.
Now both holding a glass in hand, Gareth had his free hand on Olivia's hip.
He touched her constantly.
She had gotten used to his public displays.
"I did mention how beautiful you look?"
"I'm starting to think you're only interested in my appearance Mr. Bishop." She said cheekily.
"I assure you Ms. Gray I find your mind just as beautiful."
Charming.
Very charming.
She rolled her eyes as she licked her lips slowly.
Fire
She knew she was playing with fire.
Her attraction to Gareth was natural, easy.
Too easy.
"Monsieur Bishop."
Gareth turned from Olivia looking at the white haired gentleman.
"Monsieur Andreu," Gareth said reaching to take his extended hand. "C'est Mme Samantha Gray." (This is Ms. Samantha Gray.)
Mr. Audreu took Olivia's hand.
"Ravi de vous rencontrer," (Nice to meet you.) she said politely.
"Vous êtes très belle, qu'est-ce que tu fais avec cet imbécile?" (You are very beautiful, what are you doing with this fool?) Andreu asked jovially.
Gareth laughed as she gave a shy smile.
"Permettez-moi de vous offrir un verre," (Let me get you a drink.) Gareth offered.
They all sat around the bar, talking. Gareth explained that Audreu was an old business associate of his. Of course he didn't mention what kind of business.
But they seemed comfortable. Full of stories.
As they talked, without notice Olivia's eyes wandered looking over the crowd.
She couldn't help but look around, hoping she wouldn't see Celeste. Their meeting in the bathroom was enough for a lifetime, though Celeste may have been the only lead Olivia had to where Gareth's money was actually coming from.
Still she could do without another run in.
As Olivia looked around, she caught the eyes of a man sitting not far from her.
He was obviously starring.
She nodded letting him know she saw him.
He slowly looked her up and down, raising his brow to show his approval.
Olivia tried not to shiver.
He held up his drink saluting her, never turning away or pretending to be shy that she caught him watching her.
Olivia took note of his facial features, his dark hair, his expensive suit.
She took note of anything identifiable and of his interest in her.
But he seemed like the rest.
Rich, a pervert…
She heard Gareth say his goodbye to Andreu and she smiled politely saying goodbye as well.
"Let me get you another glass of wine." Gareth offered taking her glass from her and placing it on the bar before a new glass was quickly placed in its spot.
He handed the glass to her.
"You know I hate to leave you, but I need to go check on a few things, will you be ok here?"
Olivia shook her head.
"Go ahead, I'm fine. I'm relaxed, enjoying my wine." She said convincingly.
He nodded, "I'll be back shortly," he said capturing her lips before leaving her there at the bar.
She watched him go before she turned around, placing her glass against the marble surface of the bar.
She didn't have time to turn back before the man from across the room was hovering over her.
"Mme Gray," he said voice just above a whisper.
She turned looking at him.
"Avons-nous rencontré?" (Have we met?)
"M. Bishop a fait la réputation d'avoir une belle femme à ses côtés. Je dois dire, vous n'avez pas décevoir." (Mr. Bishop has quite the reputation for having a beautiful woman by his side. I must say, you do not disappoint. )
"Merci, mais vous n'avez pas dit si nous avions rencontré?" (Thank you, but you didn't say if we had met?)
She tried not to physically tense at his presents.
Cool, calm.
"Non, nous n'avons pas." (No we haven't.)
Before Olivia could question him more she saw him quickly take a step back and felt
Gareth put his arm possessively around her.
Relieved.
When she looked back the man was gone.
"Who was that?" Gareth asked.
"I don't know, he didn't tell me his name." Olivia said confused of what had just happened.
Where the man had gone?
Who he was?
Gareth pulled her closer and she looked at him, his eyes dark.
"Are you jealous I was speaking to another man?" She teased, though she was creeped out, and her mind and body were on high alert.
"Sorry I guess you bring out the jealousy in me. I want you, Samantha all to myself," he said smoothly.
"Well you have me," Olivia said snaking her arms around him.
"Oh and speaking of wanting you all to myself, have you thought anymore about traveling to London with me?"
"I have."
He grinned.
Gareth loved that she was playful. That she could get away with teasing him.
"Yes, I will go to London with you."
He smiled satisfied he had gotten his wish.
He kissed her.
"I am actually needing to leave quite soon. Would it be possible for you to leave with rather short notice?"
"Just tell me when," she said hoping she didn't sound too eager, too easy to drop everything.
He kissed her again, this time more passionately than before.
"Come home with me." He said his lips already nibbling down her neck. "I want to show you my appreciation for you coming to London with me."
She slid off the chair, taking one last sip of wine before she followed him out.
Her days in Paris were numbered.