by Stone, Piper
“Here’s your bill, sir. I’ll take it whenever you’re ready,” Misty said in a sultry voice I didn’t recognize as she slid the leather folder across the table.
Swallowing, I shifted closer, darting a glance at my employee. Her eyes held nothing but fascination, except for a hint of unbridled lust. Mr. Parker was a charmer, capable of being a chameleon. I wanted to dislike him, even loathe what he was attempting to do, but in some insane way, I was flattered by the time spent.
And the way he devoured me with his eyes.
However, there was something about him that continued to trouble me. Our attraction was mutual, the connection like a live wire, but a nagging remained in the back of my mind.
I bit back a laugh. I’d been around my father too long already. His distrust of everyone had rubbed off on me. “I do appreciate your gesture.”
He lifted his glass, leaning forward. “The meal was exquisite.”
I was able to see the shimmer in his eyes for the first time, although I was still unable to see the color. No wonder he’d selected this table in the darkest corner of the room. Being able to see the color would be a dead giveaway. I fingered the base of the glass, staring into the vibrantly hued wine instead of his mesmerizing gaze. However, I was determined to keep the upper hand, beating him at his own game. I allowed the toast to occur, taking a deep whiff of the wine he’d selected.
I was extremely well trained in my trade, including aspects of pairing the finest wines with food. His selection certainly wasn’t our house wine but one of the more expensive choices, which meant he’d purchased the entire bottle. While the majority of women would be highly impressed, I was... excited at the prospects. Damn it.
“Please enjoy. If the wine is not to your liking, I am very happy to offer you something else. Anything you would enjoy.”
He was pulling out all the stops. Nicely done, Zorro. “Mr. Parker, this is highly unusual. While I appreciate the gesture, it’s not in my best interest to accept.” I pushed the wine away, attempting to stand. What would he do now?
“Please, Giliana. I’m certain you really wouldn’t mind taking a mere few minutes out of your busy time to allow yourself a moment to enjoy something... robust.”
Robust. A single bead of perspiration trickled down the side of my face. The man either thought I was stupid or had no intention of hiding his true identity. I had to admit, this was very entertaining. “What is it that you want, Mr. Parker? I’m not one to play games or accept bribes.” I made certain my tone was haughty, insulted.
And he bought it.
I noticed a single flash of anger but as soon as the raw emotion appeared, it was gone, replaced with a waning smile. “I can understand your concern and I apologize.” Immediately looking away, he reached into his pocket, tugging out his wallet and placing the credit card on top of the leather. He motioned for Misty as he slid it to the edge of the table, his actions far too obvious.
Come on, Zorro. You can do better than this.
However, as he anticipated, I snagged a single quick look. Even in the dim lighting, I managed to see the name, Jameson Parker, embossed in gold in the black credit card. I took a deep breath, waiting until Misty had retrieved the folder. Time to up the ante. “I apologize for my rudeness. I’ve had a very long day.”
“I’m certain you have. That is something we have in common. Hard work.” Every word out of his mouth held a dusty vibe, the tone alone sending a wave of heat into the very core of my body.
He watched my every move as I took a sip, savoring the incredible flavor rich in berries and a hint of cinnamon. Only after I’d swallowed did he take a sip of his own drink, the clear liquid gathering a shimmer from the candle.
Vodka.
I knew he was drinking vodka.
Like a Russian would drink.
I made certain my hand was shaking as I lowered the crystal stem.
“I hope I was correct in my assumptions,” he stated, fingering the rim of his glass.
I must have hesitated, the slight chuckle pushing past his lips a reminder. “I’m sorry?” I refused to allow him to unnerve me, even though my thoughts were dirty.
“Of my wine selection.”
I blinked several times, attempting to focus on the candlelight. “Yes. Absolutely. You have discerning and every expensive tastes.” Even his evocative cologne was sexy, exotic, and suited the man dressed in all black. He looked good enough to eat.
“That I do, Giliana. I have a love of all things beautiful and sensuous, whether in art, wine, or women.” He didn’t bother acknowledging Misty as she returned, merely accepting the folder, taking less than five seconds to total and sign, allowing my employee to snatch it up quickly.
He’d leaned even further forward, his eyes searching mine.
I held back from answering as the last two groups of people walked out the door, leaving a single customer.
The mystery man.
The glorious Russian who’d sparked the woman inside, the very one who’d also infuriated me.
I wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but after the evening spent with him before, I couldn’t afford any complications in my life. Perhaps I refused to indulge in any additional temptations. Or could I? One night of passion certainly wasn’t going to ruin my life. “You also seem very demanding. May I ask what you do for a living?”
“I am a purveyor of fine art.”
The answer was one I hadn’t anticipated. “Fascinating. Do you have an extensive collection?”
“Absolutely. My tastes are very... different,” he said, choosing his words carefully.
“I appreciate and value different, Jameson, and prefer a taste of danger.”
“Something for me to keep in mind,” he half whispered, his nostrils flaring. “You know, I’ve been coming here for several months and I must admit, I was growing weary of the lack of creativity. You are a significant find, allowing me to enjoy succulent food once again.”
“Thank you. This is my second week on the job and I hope to bring a significant change to the menu.” A tingle danced down all the way down my body, sliding directly into my pussy. I’d never had a man go this far to impress me, even if only to win another round in our dangerous game. “If you would excuse me for just a minute, I’d like to make certain my staff has everything they need in order to close out the night. I usually work with them very closely.”
“Absolutely, as long as you promise to return,” he said casually but I could swear his words were more of a demand.
“Yes. Of course.” I gave him a solid but very fake smile as I eased to my feet, giving him a heated look. I was no fool. Living in Paris very much alone had taught me to be extremely careful of any stranger, especially the ones bearing gifts. I’d actually learned that the hard way. At least I could find out just how far he’d been willing to go with this.
Misty was cashing out at the bar, lifting her head when I approached. “Is something wrong? Isn’t he dreamy as hell? You’re really lucky, Chef. I think he likes you.”
Dreamy wasn’t the word for it. The man had ceremoniously ripped away the internal mask I’d worn for the majority of my life. “He seems very nice. Have you seen him here before?” I heard the demanding tone in my voice and sighed.
She narrowed her eyes, nodding several times. “At least three or four times, although I wasn’t lucky enough to wait on him. You can’t forget a face like that. You should see his body, delicious in all the right ways.”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was blushing. I refused to chastise her, merely stealing a quick glance in his direction. I could swear the man was looking into my mind, reading every filthy aspect. I shuddered, rubbing my arms. At least I knew he was a New Orleans resident. If he really had an art collection, I could see why he’d been invited to the party in the first place.
“Why? Is something wrong, Chef? You seem out of sorts.”
“No, Misty. Nothing’s wrong.” I slowly turned my head toward the bartender. “Bruce.
Did that guy in the corner ask what I liked to drink?”
Bruce barely shifted his attention in my direction at first, finally glancing over his shoulder. “Yeah. He was very particular about the bottle of wine he ordered. Most expensive in the place. Hey. Maybe you have an admirer.” He finally grinned, narrowing his eyes when I didn’t comment. “You worried about the guy? Want me to take him out back and beat him up for you?”
“Very funny, tough guy,” I said as I thought about my next move. “No. I’m just making certain he’s not a serial killer.”
“With a face and body like that, not sure I’d mind,” Misty said absently. “Plus, he tipped me two hundred dollars. Can you believe that?”
Inhaling, the scent of him had permeated my skin, creating a series of tingles. “That’s wonderful to hear. I think I’ll spent a few minutes with our customer, but you guys can get ready to leave.” I was almost ready to send them packing but didn’t want to draw any attention to the fact I was interested in the man. They didn’t need to know anything about my personal life.
“Don’t worry, boss. I’ll finish up from here,” Bruce said. “Just enjoy. I’ll bring the bottle of wine and a second glass for you and your... guest.” His entire expression was mischievous.
Enjoy. I wasn’t certain what that felt like any longer. “You’re hilarious tonight.” At least I might have some decent conversation for a few minutes before heading back to the emptiness of an apartment that didn’t seem like me at all. I’d left so much behind the first time, returning to find my father had rid himself of the clutter, as he’d told me. All the memories, items I’d cherished were gone.
I pushed the ugly thought aside. Tonight, I was going to remain the fairy princess, enjoying the attention. As I eased away from the bar, the music suddenly changed, becoming more romantic. I tossed Bruce a look, lifting my eyebrow as I nonchalantly gave him my middle finger.
“Who’s making a joke?” he countered. “I think you need a night of fun. That might improve your mood.”
“I guess I deserved that.” I walked back to the table, eager to continue sparring. At some point, I’d allow him to know I’d been aware of his ruse the entire time. As I slid into the seat, Jameson lifted a single eyebrow, his gaze even more penetrating than before.
As if he knew me.
As if he was going to devour me.
He leaned forward and the way his upper lip curled managed to highlight the slight dimple in his chin.
Damn, the man was sexy.
“I’m certain the bartender confirmed that I did indeed ask about what you might like to drink. I’m also positive that Misty was able to provide at least an affirmation that I’ve been here before. Does that make you more comfortable, Giliana? Is that why the music is entirely... evocative?”
There was something far too sultry about the way he said my name, the inflections creating prickles on my arms. “The music selection is my bartender’s choice, but am I that obvious?” I purred.
“I would have been less impressed if you hadn’t made certain I was exactly the man I’ve made myself out to be. A woman can never be too careful. This city is full of intriguing but very dangerous people. You are a very intelligent as well as beautiful woman, but I’m not telling you anything you haven’t already heard more than once.”
“I assure you that I am very careful in all manners.” My thoughts drifted to the gun I carried in my purse. A girl couldn’t be too careful after all.
“If you are uncomfortable with me in any way, please do not hesitate to leave. I will not lie to you that seeing you earlier tonight intrigued me, enticing the man inside.”
“Be careful, Jameson. While every woman appreciates compliments, all of us have the innate ability to discover the truth. In other words, we have what is called a jackass radar. Comes with every woman.”
He laughed heartedly, shaking his head. “Touché, Giliana. I will keep that in mind. I do tend to come on stronger than some women can appreciate. That is my upbringing. Seize the moment and take what I want.”
“Your upbringing. You had strong and influential family members.”
He swirled his glass, taking a sip before answering. “Sadly, I have no immediate family, Giliana. I grew up on the streets; however, the education I received was priceless, molding the man I am today.”
The way his eyes locked onto mine was haunting and very truthful. I’d already gathered he was a man of many layers. If I peeled enough of them away, what would I find underneath? “I’m sorry. I assure you that family can also be a burden at times. In my opinion, we forge close relationships from truth and respect.”
“And love?” he asked.
“Love is... love is highly overrated.”
He laughed genuinely, shaking his head. “I fear you are far too jaded, Giliana. One day, you will find the very reason you can’t let go, breaking free of those chains that obviously surround you.”
Why did I have the distinct feeling he was able to search my very soul? “Perhaps, Jameson, but I don’t see that occurring for a very long time. Trust isn’t something I give easily.”
“And neither do I. Respect is also a vital aspect of any relationship.”
“Entirely true.”
“And discipline,” he added. “There must be discipline in both work and pleasure. I’m certain you find that the case.”
My mouth was suddenly dry. He was so confident, dominating. A hint of defiance slipped into my system much like what had been there the night before. The Russian had the ability to draw out the best and the worst in me. Although, I was beginning to wonder whether he was even Russian at all. “Absolutely.”
While I genuinely felt a connection with this man, surprised that I found myself able to talk to him so easily, I still had my reservations. No matter his flattering methods, he wasn’t the kind of guy I could see myself dating. There was a smoothness about him that was far too polished. Yes, he was highly intelligent, his knowledge bridging everything from music to history, but every answer was almost too... practiced. While I enjoyed the diversion, I couldn’t get over the feeling there was more to his act of seduction. I debated continuing but found myself having difficulty resisting his charms.
Oh, no. Time to take our game to another level.
Almost forty-five minutes had passed since we began our conversation. Now we were the only two remaining in the restaurant, the staff leaving quickly after I’d returned to the table. The excitement deep within me surged. I was completely aroused, my nipples aching and my thighs slickened from the wetness of my thong.
I was also on my third glass of wine, far too reminiscent of the night before. The slightly uncomfortable sensations were on their way to becoming crippling. Being cautious had kept me alive. Being stupid had almost cost me everything.
“Unfortunately, it’s getting late and I need to lock up the restaurant.”
“Yes, it is very late. Time for good little girls to be tucked into bed,” he repeated.
He obviously sensed the evening could go one way or the other.
“However, I’ve enjoyed spending time with you, Jameson, and again, thank you so much for the wine. I haven’t had a moment to relax recently.” I slid my glass of wine away, a certain number of butterflies pooling in my stomach. I leaned over, using my index finger to draw circle after circle on the tablecloth. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of me.
Jameson swirled his wine back and forth, moving the glass from hand to hand. “It will be a shame to end our time together.”
“Yes, I agree with you. I do have one last question for you before the evening ends.” I lifted my gaze, allowing my eyelids to flutter several times. If he wanted to play pretend, I could kick ass with the best of them.
“Anything your heart desires, sweet Giliana.”
I eased from the chair but before I was able to stand, a hand was wrapped around my wrist. The action didn’t startle me. The electricity soaring through me did, stealing my breath, suffocating me.
As with everything else up to this point, he was an expert dancer, every move fluid and beautiful.
“My question. How far are you going to take round two of our game, Zorro?” I brushed my hand up his arm, giving him a provocative smile. “In fact, I believe I’m the winner.”
I expected his usual demanding response, defiant and all male. What I didn’t expect were the raging emotions flooding me from his answer.
And from his dominating actions.
“On the contrary, my beautiful princess. As I told you last night. I never make promises I don’t keep. I’ve come to take what belongs to me. You are my possession and I will do with you exactly as I desire.” His tone was husky, just as dangerous and his accent entirely Russian. As he crushed his mouth over mind, fisting my hair, I was pulled into the same euphoria I’d experienced the night before.
And I knew that he was going to make good on his promise.
Chapter Six
Giliana
Possession.
I wanted nothing more than to push him away, to fight him with everything I had deep inside, but the passionate moment was everything I’d hungered for.
He held me tightly, his other hand resting against the small of my back, never missing a beat to the sultry music. I was lightheaded, my heart racing as he slowly pushed the tip of his tongue past my lips, merely tasting me.
I was forced to inhale and the scent of him was entirely too intoxicating, evoking another series of quivers. The kiss continued, his tongue dominating mine. I had no intention of fighting him, at least for now.
When he broke the moment of passion, he nipped my lower lip, growling as if he were nothing but a barbarian. I ran my fingers through his hair, tangling them in his shaggy strands. Perhaps he wasn’t as polished as he wanted me to believe.
