Free Passion Sails at Sea (Diary of a Free Woman) by Diane Thorne Page B

searching for something.
    Pierre sighed. “I must go.” He dug inside his inner jacket.
    “Are your escorting services over?” Gwen looked at the women, then Pierre. Confusion gnawed at her.
    “For now. But I will return. I promise.” He handed a small business card to Gwen.
    She took the small paper and glanced at it. To her surprise, she found the word ‘actor’ under his name.
    “You’re an actor?” she asked.
    “Yes. Do you have a number?”
    Gwen shoved her hand into her bag and snatched a pen. The women’s cackling drew the attention of another young couple in the room. Realizing she had little time, she used the back of the card Pierre had given her and wrote her cell phone number on it. If the man truly wanted to marvel at her body, he’d contact her.
    “Here.” She returned the paper to him. “I’d like you to finish that sentence sometime.”
    The thumps of shoes moving closer stole their gazes. The three women were walking toward them.
    Pierre bent to kiss her cheek, then her ear. “I will. Don’t leave.”
    He walked away before she could draw in another breath.
    The three women stopped and watched as Pierre disappeared from the gallery. Their bright smiles faded and the two younger ladies turned to the oldest.
    Gwen sighed heavily. She wished Pierre could’ve stayed with her longer. He seemed nice. Although she knew nothing about him other than he was an actor, she couldn’t resist his appeal. She had a few more nights in Paris. Why not enjoy at least one with a hot and irresistible man? Pierre fit the description perfectly.
    The three females walked toward Gwen. They were dressed nicely, in skirts and blouses, not the type to cause trouble. Their eyes were wide with curiosity as they approached.
    “I’m sorry but I don’t speak French,” Gwen said as they came to a stop.
    The older lady pointed to the door. “Are you a friend of his?” she asked in English.
    Gwen shook her head. “No. I just met him. He told me his name, but I didn’t get to know him.”
    The woman smiled. “He’s a big actor. TV. Movies. Big. We love him. My daughters and I.”
    “He’s very popular in Paris?” Gwen asked rather than said with her eyebrows raised.
    She waved her hand in the air. “All over France. Was he nice?”
    “Yes, he was.”
    The younger ladies smiled. The mother looked at her daughters and the same pleasantry appeared on her face.
    “Excuse me, my time is limited in Paris,” Gwen said.
    The mom gave a nod and ushered her girls away.
    Gwen walked toward the open doorway where Pierre had disappeared. She hoped she’d run into him again soon, but understood if she didn’t in the museum. Looking at art was more exciting with him.
    She entered the next room and eyed the paintings. After she’d finished checking them all out, she stepped into the hall then entered the next exhibit. Seconds later, she felt a small vibration from her purse. She hurried to withdraw her cell. A glance at the screen revealed the message.
    Are you alone?
    She twisted to see if anyone else was nearby. No one was. She stole a glimpse at her phone again. The number from the sender was unfamiliar to her. She recalled the odd numbers on Pierre’s card and recognized the first couple of digits. As she typed a response, she hoped she was communicating with Pierre.
    I am.
    Gwen held her phone in her hand and at her side in case someone walked into the room. The rules of the museum stated no cell phone usage. She didn’t plan to take any pictures or make any calls. As long as nobody saw her, or Pierre, then they should be safe. Clearly he must have thought the same thing since he sent her a message.
    Her phone vibrated, calling her attention to it.
    Shall I finish my sentence now?
    Gwen smiled. Desire stirred within her as she typed her reply to him.
    Yes. Tell me what you would enjoy doing to my body.
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