The Billionaire Playboy

Chapter 4

Paris looked down at the shiny gold watch she had snapped on her wrist checking the time once again. She was a nervous wreck for this business dinner and didn't have a clue why. Paris stopped in front of the full length mirror she had placed in her living room and admired the outfit she chose for the night. The sleeveless bodycon dress was a beautiful shade of burnt orange, and it made the bright blue suede platforms she had on pop even more. She opted for her contacts tonight and had highlighted her almond shaped eyes with a little gold eye shadow and mascara. Her hair was done up in soft waves, that she had to thank her curling wand for and the nude lipstick she had on gave her lips added fullness. Just as she finished smoothing out her dress, the doorbell rang.

Paris counted to three in her head and then opened the door, "Mr. Ford." She nodded. Dominic had on a black blazer over a white collared shirt that had the first three buttons undone tucked into a pair of black slacks, paired with a pair of suede black loafers. She couldn't help but stare at the tan skin that peeked out from underneath the shirt. The contrast between the crisp white shirt and his skin was mouthwatering. Dominic regarded her with hooded eyes, his dick tightening at what he saw. The bright colors she had on contrasted against her chocolate skin beautifully and made her almond eyes stand out more. Both Paris and Dominic seemed to be in a trance neither one of them wanting to make the first move. After what seemed like a lifetime had gone by Dominic finally cleared his throat. "You all ready to go? I decided to give my driver the night off so I'm driving." Paris shook her head to clear her mind of all the hazy thoughts she was having. She smiled shyly and grabbed her clutch off the hallway table. "Yeah, all ready."

Paris couldn't help but feel antsy the entire ride over to The Oceanaire. As soon as Dominic pulled the car over for valet parking she hopped out of the car so quick it was a mystery how she didn't brake both her ankles in her platforms. She thanked God for not living too far from Downtown because the drive to the resturant although it was a short distance was filled with so much tension you could cut it with a knife. Paris took in a deep breath thankful for the fresh air invading her nostrils. Dominic's cologne was all she could smell while being trapped inside his small Mercedes and even as she was breathing in the air from outside, the smell was now engraved in her memory. Paris was so caught up in her thoughts she hadn't even noticed the valet coming over to her side of the car. He looked a little alarmed as he realized he didn't need to help her with her door as she was already outside the car. "Miss are you okay?"

Paris thought about the question for a second. Hell no, she wasn't okay. But that wasn't any of the valet's concern, it's not like he could solve any of her problems anyway. "Me? Yes, I'm fine." She lied. 

The valet shrugged his shoulders and walked back to Dominic's side of the car to retrieve the keys from him. Paris backed away from the car a little bit to allow the valet room to drive off. Taking in another deep breath she followed Dominic into the reasturant ready to get this meeting over and done with. The restaurant was done up in shades of dark blue, white, and silver. While the atmosphere seemed upscale it was nothing too flashy. Paris chose The Oceanaire because it was the one restaurant in the city she knew Dominic hadn't tried yet. It had only opened up a couple of months ago and the owners even went as far as to invite Dominic to a private tasting with the chef but he couldn't make it because he was away on business. She chose it because of that and of course his love for seafood. Since she knew he would have already been pissed about having to do a last minute meeting he might as well be able to enjoy some of his favorite food right?

Paris enjoyed the buzz of the atmosphere as she and Dominic followed the hostess to a private room. Her eyes darted all across the room not missing a beat. She took in all the sauve men at the bar, the various couples scattered about the room on romantic dates, and even some family's, probably enjoying a night out instead of cooking at home. She smiled to herself and snapped out of her daze when they came to a stop in front of a large black oak door. The hostess pushed the door open and held her arm out. "The rest of your party should be arriving soon and a waiter will be in right away to start with your orders. Please enjoy."