A Parisian Vacation

Short shitty chapter, writers block galore and hurricane problems...

I spent a good portion of the evening meandering around the city, checking out the bars, thinking about that crazy event from earlier and wondering if it was him who had been getting out of the car when I got there. It had to have been; no one else would have received that much attention. He was like a local hero in this country; they had adopted him as one of their own why wouldn’t they be throwing themselves at him? At this thought my mind reverted to the naughtier things in life.

He had pushed me back into the elevator and into the wall, his lips captured mine and his tongue begged for entry that I gladly allowed.. his hands on my waist and making their way up my sides to my breasts.. teasing me.. my hands were tangled in his hair and I could feel his erection growing against my leg..

“pardonne madame il pluit”, my thoughts were interrupted by an elderly man informing me that I was standing in the rain, not that I really cared; I needed a cold shower at that point.

I made it back to the hotel around midnight and went back to the lounge for a night of debauchery. I was here and I was going to live it up. I walked in a planted myself at the end of the dimly lit bar promptly ordering a scotch on the rocks and lighting up another cigarette. Meanwhile across the bar a dark figure was lurking in the shadows of the lounge, watching me intently as I attempted to drown out thoughts of Daniel and enjoy myself all at the same time.

When I informed the bar tender I was leaving he told me the bill had been taken care of and pointed to the dark sitting area across the room. I made my way over feeling rather good about myself and found myself gasping as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light. “I thought it was the least I could do for all but knocking you over earlier.” It was Johnny, and I was speechless. He wore a brown fedora hat, with a black t-shirt and jeans and the look he gave me sent a throb between my legs. “Well t-thank you it really wasn’t necessary, it wasn’t that big a deal…” I was rambling and decided to just shut up. After a moment of awkward silence he spoke up, “ I don’t believe we’ve formally met, I’m Johnny,” he said in a voice that I swear made my heart skip a beat. “I know,” was all I could reply as he chuckled. “Well, do you have a name or do I not get the pleasure of learning such information?” My name? He wanted to know my name? “ Katie” I replied with a laugh at the way he had posed his question. “Well, Katie, I apologize again for running into you before, would you like to sit down?” In your lap?? “Sure” was all I had the nerve to come out with, probably for the better.

Johnny and I chatted for what seemed like ages about everything. Politics, to the weather we covered it and we were good and drunk to go along with it. He started telling me about his falling out with Vanessa and I related with my own sob story. We were both quiet for a long time after that. He was the first one to speak, “would you like to meet me for lunch tomorrow?” I was shocked, he was asking me to lunch? Like a date? “That’d be great” I said as calmly as possible “where at?” “The Mandarin Oriental at 1 pm.” With that we headed back to our rooms and I thanked him again for a wonderful evening as he kissed me goodnight on the cheek. My mind was swirling when I got into my room He kissed me!! Well sort of.. but still his lips were on my face!! I was in heaven and drifted off to sleep with sweet dreams of Johnny running around in my head.