Une Table Pour Deux by Joana A Park - HTML preview

He laughed. While he looked away into the crowd, I looked at him. He was very handsome. Tall, thin, with very curly wild hair and what a smile, oh and don’t let me forget that accent, made my knees weak. He turned towards me and smiled as he squeezed closer to me.

 

I whispered “How old are you?”

 

He laughed and replied “Assez agè” (Old enough).

 

“Really?” I asked.

 

He smiled again and whispered in my ear “26” as he handed me a drink.

 

He then stood in front of me, just looking at me.

 

“How do you like Paris?” He said.

 

“It’s very nice.” I replied

 

“Just nice? That’s not good. I’ll have to change that.” He responded.

 

I smiled and nodded. He then grabbed my hand and motioned to go with him.

 

“It is quieter over here. We can talk better.” He said as he led me to another part of the club. “Sit here, I will be right back.” He said as he walked over to speak to the bouncer. Everyone seemed to know him. Everyone greeted him everywhere he went.

 

I just watched him walk away thinking, “what was I doing here? I mean he’s very attractive and he seems to be into me, what was the harm? I have everything under control. Or did I?”

 

I could see my cell was ringing and it was Mark.

 

“Hey?” I said.

 

“Where are you, G?” Mark said.

 

“I’m at the other side of the club with Vincent.” I replied.

 

“Ohh ok, I’m just checking on you, how’s it going? Is he being nice?” Mark asked teasingly.

 

“It’s going good and yes, he’s super nice.” I replied.

 

Mark laughed. “Have fun but be careful, I’ll call you when we are about to leave, ok? Oh and Jacques said he’s 26 and this nightclub is his, so he’s very legal girl, go get that hahahaha!” Mark added.

 

“Don’t do anything, do everything” Jacques said in the background with a laugh.

 

I laughed and hung up. Vincent walked back slowly, like giving me a special look at him. He sat next to me and put his arm behind me. He smelled so good.

 

“Do you dance?” He asked.

 

“I do sometimes but I’d rather sit here with you.” I said.

 

He smiled and sipped his drink. We spent a few minutes just smiling at each other and looking at everyone dance.

 

He then leans in and says “Puis-je vous embrasser?” (Can I kiss you?) As he licked his lips.

 

I just smiled. He looked at me up and down and slowly approached me. The kiss started out slow. His lips were amazing, soft and smooth. He tasted so sweet. As we separated from the kiss he asked “How long are you going to be in Paris?”

 

I smiled. “About month or so.” I replied.

 

 

 

 

 

He smiled and whispered “Maybe you can stay here forever.”

 

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders as I sipped my drink. He winked.

 

“I can probably help with that.” He added.

 

“Oh, can you?” I replied smugly.

 

He sipped his drink then licked his lips. He leaned in again and said “Embrasse-moi” (Kiss me) in a very sexy tone.

 

As we kissed I whispered “Vous êtes sexy” (You are very sexy).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This totally changed the kiss to a more intense deeper one. As we kissed, his hand went from my knee to my thigh. His other arm held me tight as he leaned on top of me. He glanced at me as he slowly slid his hand under my dress. My heart began to race as he ran his fingers across my panties. He began kissing me rough. I reached over and felt him. He had an amazing bulge beginning to form. This excited me.

 

He quickly stopped my hand and whispered “Permettez-moi de changer votre point de vue agréable de Paris en quelque chose de spectaculaire” (Let me make your nice view of Paris into something spectacular).

 

 

 

He smiles and stands up. He seemed anxious as he looked around. He grabbed my hand and led me into the back office. The room was dark, only a blue light was lit in the background. As he locked the door, he grabbed me from behind and pressed me against him as he kissed my neck. “Voulez-vous de moi?”(Do you want me?) He whispered as he bit my ear.

 

I responded with a breathy “Oui” (yes).

 

He replied “J'ai eu envie de vous depuis la première fois que je vous ai vu” (I have wanted you since the day I first saw you).

 

He spun me towards him and began kissing me deep and wet. His demeanor had changed a bit but it was so sexy. He lifted me onto a table and as he kissed me removed my underwear. I unbuckled his pants quickly. He was very well endowed.

 

 

 

 

 

He then stopped again and with his lips against mine whispered “Etes-vous sûre que vous voulez de moi?” (Are you sure you want me?).

 

He didn’t even let me answer even though my answer was yes. In one swoop, he was deep inside me. His eyes remained fixed looking directly at me as he thrust in and out of me. His expressions were as if he were in another world. His moans were deep. His hands caressed my neck, which I made me feel strange, like as if he were measuring it. I guess he noticed I felt weird, he then smiled and slid his hand to the nape of me neck and pulled my hair gently as his lips rubbed across my neck to my face. The feeling of his breath on my lips was intense. As we both reached climax, he looked directly in my eyes and whispered “Vous êtes à moi pour toujours.” (You are mine forever).

 

I was so into my release I didn’t pay any attention to what he was really saying. He smiled, slowly rubbed his lips against mine and whispered “Que pensez de Paris maintenant?” (What do you think of Paris now?).

 

I smiled as I tried to catch my breath He laughed and winked. What an incredible end!

 

After a few minutes, Vincent grabbed my hand and led me back into the club, Mark and Jacques hadn’t moved from the table. The bottles of wine were stacking up though.

 

“What have you two been up?” Jacques asked.

 

“Un gentilhomme ne parle jamais” (A Gentleman never speak). Vincent replied with a smile.

 

He then turns, kisses my cheek and whispers “I’ll be back in a while, don’t leave, ok.”

 

I nodded yes and watched him walk away.

 

“Oh no, something happened there, you are glowing girl hahaha” Mark said.

 

Jacques smiled and whispered “Told you he was nice, real nice hahaha.”

 

“Come on guys, really? How old are you boys? 10?” I responded with a smile.

 

“Let’s just say, many women and men have tried to get where you were at tonight with him and it hasn’t happened, so you must be real special. Shit I even tried.” Jacques commented.

 

“Is that right? Oh ok hahaha” I laughed.

 

“Did he put his sexy butterfly in your net?” Mark joked.

 

I laughed as we enjoyed the rest of the evening.

 

 

One minute I could see Vincent across the club, the next minute he was gone. Sort of like the times I had thought I saw him. It was weird but I figured he must be busy, after all he is running a pretty popular club. Mark and I decided to dance while Jacques went out for a smoke. After a few minutes of just drinking and dancing, Jacques decided it was time to go. He had a mood change suddenly and wanted to leave. It was weird but we were all drinking so we really paid no mind to it. Jacques grabbed my hand and pushed through the crowd. He grabbed a waiter and asked him to get Vincent for us so we can say goodbye but he was nowhere to be found. We made our way to the doors and waited. Vincent came around the corner on his way back in. He looked disheveled.

 

“Vous-allez bien?”(Are you ok?) Jacques asked.

 

“Oui, Je suis juste tombée par teer en jetant ma poubelle, mais je vais bien” (I just tripped as I threw out some garbage.) Vincent said.

He smiled and he thanked us for coming to his club. He pulled me aside and gave me a tight hug and whispered “Je vous reverrai.” (I will see you again.)

 

I smiled in agreement.

 

He bit his lip and whispered “À très a bientôt.” (real soon).

 

Jacques tapped Vincent’s shoulder and grabbed my hand.

 

“Ok, Ok let her go Vincent, our taxi is waiting.” Jacques interrupted.

 

He laughed and waved. I walked slowly to the taxi, just giving him a last view. He just watched and smiled.

 

“Damn Gia, what’d you do? He’s hot for you.

What you give him, girl?” Mark mentioned.

 

I laughed and replied “Just a little taste.”

 

We all laughed as the taxi took us across town. Upon arriving at the hotel, I ran into the bathroom. As I pulled down my underwear, I noticed a trace of blood, I didn’t think anything of it. It had been a while since I had relations. I also saw some small bruises on my arms from where Vincent grabbed me, at the moment I didn’t feel a thing, I couldn’t even remember if he had held me that tight.

 

Jacques and Mark were in the other room talking loud.

 

“Gia, come in here! You have to see this.” Mark yelled.

 

I put on my sweatshirt that was hanging on the door and went into the room. Mark was pointing at the television.

 

“That is exactly what I was talking about.” Jacques interjected.

 

 

“Another woman found strangled and near the club, a few miles away.” Jacques added.

 

“Oh that is so scary!” Mark said.

 

“Now you see Gia, the women before this one were all in the same fashion, dark haired and foreign. No wandering around for you, mon amie (my friend).” Jacques explained.

 

“Who could do such a thing? That is so horrible!” Mark asked.

 

“Whoever it is, he or she is a very sick person.” I answered.

 

Jacques looked upset by what I had said. He rolled his eyes.

 

“How long has this been going on because there are a lot of victims?” Mark asked.

 

“For months now, this person is real good, he keeps getting away with it. You know what’s strange, these girls were all at one time associated with Vincent. ” Jacques added.

 

“Really? Whatever Jacques!” I asked.

 

“So he’s a suspect?” Mark asked nervously.

 

“I didn’t say all that.” Jacques commented with a laugh.

 

“That’s not nice Jacques, don’t mess around.” Mark stated.

 

Jacques laughed.

 

I just stood there and watch the news report, it was so creepy.

 

“WOW! It is almost 4am, we need to rest. Later on today we have another excursion, if we get up on time.” Jacques asserted.

 

“Well, I know Gia will sleep real good after having some of that luscious young French baguette.” Mark laughed.

 

Jacques muffled his laugh.

 

“Very funny, Mark! Grow up boys, grow up!” I said as I threw a pillow at him.

 

“Go to bed, dorks! Bonne Nuit.” I added.

 

“Sweet dreams of Vincent” Mark whispered.

 

As my head hit the pillow, I was quick asleep. We slept for hours, more than what we were supposed to. I woke up to my cell ringing next to my face.

 

“Hello?” I mumbled. There was a short pause.

 

“Bonjour, mon coeur.”(Good morning my sweetheart) The voice said.

 

“C’est qui?” (Who is this?) I asked.

“You already forgot about your special butterfly?” The voice said with a laugh.

 

“Oh Vincent, how are you?” I said with a giggle.

 

“Trés bien, merci, et toi?”(I’m good, thanks and you?) He replied.

 

“I’m good also, thanks.” I answered.

 

“Any special plans for today?” He asked.

 

“I’m not sure. I have to ask the guys.” I whispered.

 

Again another pause as if he were thinking of what to say.

 

“If not, would you want to meet for lunch?” He asked.

 

“Hmmm Sure, why not?” I replied.

 

“Meet you at Le LimeLight at 2?” He said.

 

“Oui (Yes) I’ll be there.” I agreed.

 

“Super” (Fantastic) see you then.” He ended.

 

I put my cellphone on my chest and laid in bed smiling like a little school girl with a crush. I finally got up and stumbled to the bathroom. I felt so dizzy. I had an awful hangover. I didn’t even drink that much. My stomach felt horrible. As I came out of the bathroom, Mark was coming in.

 

“What are we doing today?” I asked.

 

“I don’t know, I feel shitty. I just want to sleep I’m exhausted, why?” Mark questioned.

 

“Vincent asked me out to lunch.” I gloated.

 

Mark splashed water on his face and smiled.

 

“You should go, I’ll just lay here and vegetate with Jacques.” Mark said.

 

“You sure?” I wondered.

 

Mark nodded yes.

 

“Just leave a note with all the info on the night table so we know where you’ll be. I’m not worried about Vincent, he seems harmless. Don’t listen to what Jacques said, he was just joking.” Mark added as he stumbled back to bed.

 

I nodded yes.

 

I walked over to the closet to see what I should wear. I suddenly felt nervous but excited. As I fumbled to get dressed, Jacques came into the bathroom.

 

“Going out? With Vincent?” Jacques asked with an attitude.

 

“Just having lunch.” I replied.

 

He smiled.

 

“Just having lunch huh? With a dessert side of Vincent? We’ll meet for dinner, if you want, you can invite Vincent to join us but it will have to be around 6 because I have some business to attend to.” Jacques stated.

 

He kissed my cheek and walked over to answer the door.

 

“Who the hell is knocking so loud?” asked Mark.

 

“Taxi for Mademoiselle is waiting.” Said the lady.

 

“Gia, your taxi is here. When did you call for a taxi? Oh I forgot, Vincent is on it. Be careful ok?” Jacques asked.

 

 

 

I shrugged my shoulders and walked towards the door.

 

“I’ll see you guys later. Be good.” I said.

 

“Never” said Mark.

 

“Be careful !” Jacques asserted.

 

“Au LimeLight, s’il vous plaît.” I said. The taxi driver nodded in agreement.

 

The ride was much shorter than I remember and the building was beautiful, not as creepy as it looked like in the dark. Out front stood Vincent. He looked gorgeous as usual. Oh that smile!

 

My taxi pulled up right in front of him and he opened the door. He reached in and grabbed my hand. As I got out, he smiled and kissed my hand.

 

“Je suis heureux que vous avez décidé de me joindrer” (I’m glad you could join me). He whispered.

 

“How could I not.” I replied.

 

He smiled. “Je voudrai vous emmener dans un endroit spécial ici à Paris.”(I want to take you to a special place, here in Paris.) He added.

 

“Ou ça?”(Where to?) I asked.

 

Right then his car came around the corner and he says “Croyez-moi” (Trust me.) He opened the door so I can get in, then he got in the driver’s seat. He looked over at me and smiled. We took off quick. He had a beautiful car.

Jaguar convertible, white with gold trim. Lots of real gold trim. We didn’t go far, I recognized the area from walking through there before with Mark. We pulled up to a beautiful restaurant. The valet rushed to Vincent’s door.

 

 

 

“Monsieur Vincent, Comment allez vous?”(How are you?) The valet said.

 

“Je vais bien, Mario.”(I’m well) Vincent replied as he got out and handed him the keys.

 

“Une table pour deux, Monsieur?”(A table for two?) Asked the maître d.

 

“Oui.”(Yes) replied Vincent.

 

“Vin rouge, s’il vous plaît.” (Red wine please) He added.

 

We walked in hand in hand.

 

“Sit, please” He said as he pulled the chair out for me.

 

I smiled as I looked around. “It’s very beautiful here.” I commented.

 

 

 

“Wait until you taste the cuisine.” He said as he laughed. “So what are Mark and Jacques doing today?” Vincent asked.

 

“Mark is doing nothing as usual, Jacques said he had some business. We are going to meet for dinner. You want to join us?” I asked.

 

“That would be nice, we’ll see what the day brings?” He responded.

 

The local newscast was on the television in the background. I glanced in that direction.

 

“Horrible, isn’t it?” Vincent said.

 

“Mmmhmm, it is very scary. Who would do such thing?” I added.

 

He looked toward the television with an empty expression then looked towards me and said. “You have nothing to be afraid of.”

 

His expression seemed disturbed. “I will protect you.” He added.

 

He became jiggery. He kept tapping his fingers on the table and playing with the silverware.

 

“Is everything ok?” I asked.

 

He smiled and replied “C’est excellent! (It’s perfect) Too much coffee. That is all.” He kept watching the television and his expression would worsen with the more details he was hearing.

 

“We can do this another time, if you are not feeling up to it.” I said concerned.

 

“No, no, l’heure est parfatet.” (The time is perfect). He said with a smile.

 

He motioned at the waiter to turn off the television. He then turned towards me and smiled.

 

 

“Tu est très belle aujourd’hui” (You look beautiful today) He said.

 

“Merci” (Thank you) I responded.

 

He leaned over the table and motioned for me to come closer.

 

“J’ai oubliè de vous embrasser.” (I forgot to kiss you) He whispered.

 

We kissed deeply.

 

“Now everything is perfect” he said as he bit his lip. He slowly poured the wine as he watched me from across the table.

 

“Let’s order a little bit of everything, this way you can sample a lot of the French cuisine, oui (yes)?” He asked.

 

I nodded yes.

 

I watch him as he ordered. He was so handsome, so cultured and so young. “We’ll get dessert elsewhere.” He said with a smile.

 

As we had lunch, we spoke about everything under the sun. Vincent was a very special man with very lucky circumstances in life. He was a young entrepreneur. Worked hard for all he had. He owned Le Limelight and the restaurant we were eating at. He seemed very interested in my boring life. He was a pleaser, always made me feel special and appreciated, which made him the perfect man in my eyes.

 

“Que souhaitez-vous faire après?” (What would you like to do next?) He asked.

 

I shrugged and replied “I don’t know.”

 

He smiled and said “You speak very good French, answer me in French.”

 

I smiled and responded “Je ne sais pas.”(I don’t know)

 

He smiled, reached for my hand and kissed it.

 

“Let’s go for a ride. Come on, I’ll show you Paris, Vincent style.” He whispered in my ear.

 

We walked over to his car, hand in hand, as he opened the door he whispered “Are you ready?” I didn’t know what to say so I just smiled. He had me under his spell completely. He got into the driver’s seat and reached over to my side and kissed me as he put on my seatbelt. “I need to keep you safe.” He said jokingly.

 

It was such a beautiful day and a ride in a beautiful convertible with the Eiffel Tower in the far distance was perfect. Now and then, he’d looked over at me and smile. I loved his smile and I think he knew that.

 

He suddenly stops the car and says “Donnez-moi vos sous-vêt