Wednesday – Paris
James awoke with a smile on his face. He was in Paris, things were going well with Caresse, and he was finding himself totally enthralled by the young lady sleeping across the hall. And the day ahead was surely going to be a full and most interesting one. He bounded out of bed and was showered, shaved and dressed in no time. He took his laptop and headed downstairs to have a coffee in the dining room, awaiting Jasmine's arrival.
She came down shortly after he did and his eyes scanned the length of her beautiful frame. She was dressed in a stylish spring dress – the thin orange and yellow fabric hugging her lower torso, but flaring out in a flouncy tightly pleated skirt around her long lean legs. James couldn't help but notice the tight seductive bounce of her bust line as she strode towards him, her long tresses flowing over her square shoulder. He was amazed every time he saw her – such stately elegance and beauty wrapped up in one lithe package. Yet, despite her wholesome good looks, there was a naughty young lady underneath, as he was slowly discovering – day by day – to his delight.
"Good morning, kind sir," she greeted with a broad smile, her pearly whites framed by lovely lush lips. It was hard to believe that this gorgeous young lady was the same person he'd been stroking to orgasm only a few hours earlier. James loved the dichotomy and returned her smile.
"Bon jour, Jasmine," he replied, pronouncing her name as the French did, with the accent on the second syllable.
"So, we have a busy day today, don't we? Tell me all about it...boss," she said with relish in her sweet soft voice. She ordered breakfast and coffee and focused in on his agenda for the day. Neither of them alluded to the incredible night they had just shared, preferring to think toward the wonderful day, and night, that lay ahead.
"Well, we're off to Caresse to finalize plans and our contract extension. I think we're good on both accounts and it should be a pleasant day of planning their next moves. I may focus on the contractual arrangements; you may need to deal with some of the design issues. I'm sure they'll seek out your opinions on the fonts, styles and colors that might be most appropriate for the American market."
Jasmine smiled as she sipped her coffee and James found his eyes traveling down to gaze into the dark supple cleavage that was subtly exposed, but almost begging to be noticed. He didn't want to appear to be leering, even though he was, and his eyes returned to hers as he continued. She smiled knowingly.
"We'll actually have the afternoon free, I think, so we'll have to decide how to spend our time for a few hours. We could sight-see...or spend some time together back here at the hotel," he added with a glint in his eye. Jasmine remained silent and just gave him that sweet smile that made him melt each time he was witness to it.
"We've been invited to dinner with the Caresse staff later tonight – not until 8 or so. Then there was talk of everybody going dancing at a nearby club. So we'll play it by ear as the evening goes. I do know we don't want to be out too late as we have an early train tomorrow morning. But we'll have to spend an appropriate amount of time with our hosts – so clubbing later tonight is definitely on the agenda.
"Oh, good," Jasmine said. "I love to dance. That will be so much fun!"
"That's the rough outline of our Mecredi," he said with a wave of his hand. "I'm sure we'll find some time – I hope we will, anyway – to spend on our own. I look forward to that. Last night was incredible," he added, finally broaching the subject they'd both avoided.
"Oh, James. It was. I hope you were able to take care of your, um, condition," she laughed.
"Actually, believe it or not, I did not. I was tired and decided to hold off and enjoy today, or tonight, even more."
"Oh no," she said with concern. "Well then, we'll have to pay extra special attention to you later. Speaking of, who makes the rules tonight?" she asked with a devilish undertone to her question.
"I suggest we make the rules together. But I do have a suggestion. I think once we leave Paris, there will be no rules – all systems will be go," he said jokingly. "But my suggestion for later today is that we focus on explorations of," he paused, "an oral nature." He smiled at his use of words.
"Oh my. Sounds so formal – like a science experiment," she said, as she put her cup down in the saucer. "But I must say I'm really enjoying our long slow seduction, James, and I'm happy to make it one more step before we leave Paris. I like your idea. A lot." They looked at one another deeply. "And, to tell you the truth," Jasmine added in a whisper, "I can't wait to have you in my mouth, James." James hadn't expected such a forthright comment, but he should be getting to know this about Jasmine by now. She could be very blunt and to the point. He liked that.
"And I could say the same, young lady. I can't wait to taste you, to lick you, to drink you in," he added in the same low tone. He realized, as he said it, that they better back off before they lost themselves and didn't get to their meeting at all. He cleared his throat, sat up straight and Jasmine did the same.
"Glad we got that settled," she said with a giggle. They finished breakfast, grabbed their briefcases and headed out to the car waiting for them, once again, under the porte cochere of their hotel.
They entered the Caresse offices a short time later and were shown right into Pierre's office. He greeted them warmly and James could already sense a growing connection between Pierre and Jasmine. She seemed to light up as Pierre kissed her gently on each cheek and smile at his deadly good looks. James let his mind wander to what might lay in store for them in St. Tropez when they would visit Pierre and Nicole in a few days. He just as quickly realized he shouldn't let himself daydream at this critical moment. He ear-marked those thoughts for later, regained his composure and got his business game face back on.
The day went smoothly and James and Jasmine found themselves mostly on separate tracks. James spent the next few hours dealing with the contractual side of things. And, interestingly, it was Nicole who handled the financial dealings. Pierre, as it turned out, was much more involved with the artistic and design side of the business, so he and Jasmine headed down the hall to meet with the graphic designers, photographer and models.
