From Paris With Love

Chapter ~2~

From Paris With Love - Chapter 2

Julius Pierre was a gentleman. He kept the conversation flowing, asking Meredith questions about: Where she came from, why she moved to Paris and what she aspired to benefit from the beautiful city. He listened while she spoke, but Meredith couldn't help herself from blushing. He stared at her with such intensity. She answered him truthfully and honestly: She ventured from Spain; she needed to start her life fresh from the complications her past held and to find love in the city.

Julius kept his lips shut - with an expression like a man inwardly laughing - at her statement of 'finding love'. Few people knew what Paris was really about. They mistake lust for love. As for Julius, every foreigner that walked his way he would show them his ways around the city and then lead them back home to show them a 'good' time.

They walked along the path of the busy street. Since people were hastily moving between others, Julius was only an inch away from his arm fully making contact with hers. Meredith could feel the heat begin to flow through her body at his close proximity. Her mind was muddled into confusing and jumbled words that would be put to shame in the literal dictionary.

Someone push me into him! Her wicked mind begged. A part of Meredith just wanted to touch him and feel his skin graze against hers.

As they manoeuvred through the crowd, Julius took a hold of Meredith's hand and held it in his while he walked forward. She followed from behind as he moved her along with him. Suddenly a man, by accident, knocked into Julius's shoulder; in turn Meredith stumbled slightly at the sudden holt. Julius debated with the man and Meredith caught a few words to know enough that he asked him to apologise to her.

The man stared at Meredith with defiance that blazed through his eyes, "Je m'excuse, Mademoiselle."

After apologising, the man walked away. Julius winked her way and pulled her next to him this time. Though, his arm has found itself wrapped around her waist as they walked. Meredith held her bag tightly to her body. She knew nothing about this man. Only enough to know that he had manners and was kind enough to show her the city through his eyes. Her other hand pulled the collar of her coat tighter around her neck. She couldn't decide whether she felt uncomfortable with him touching her so openly or if she rather enjoyed being touched by a complete... smouldering, hot, rugged man that seemed to know exactly how she liked to be-

No! He is a stranger and nothing more. You shouldn't be aching for his touch. Her mind brought her back to reality. But her body deceived those rational thoughts from shivering in delight as his fingers aimlessly spread open and retracted over her hip bone. She smiled at the war her mind and body was having. It was wrong on so many levels, but somehow felt so right.

"Mademoiselle Leon, you have a- It is Meredith Leon oui?" his smooth voice penetrated her inappropriate thoughts.

"Yes, it's Meredith Leon."

"Well Meredith, you have a beautiful smile. Has anybody ever told you that?" he stared down at her with his blue eyes, twinkling with mystery.

Julius noticed how she bashfully lowered her head from his compliment. She was a very intriguing woman. He found himself wanting to know Meredith personally and not just physically. His eyes darkened while he watched her softly bite her lip and subconsciously suck the plump skin between her teeth.