Passion Blooms in Paris (Diary of a Free Woman) Read Free

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    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