He's not my dad

Part 1

**mature themes 16+ , erotic romance. Currently editing. New scenes being added to chapters  ***

**if you do not like books with graphic sex scenes and other adult behaviour please do not go further. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing it****

Im shown to a table in the corner of the darkly lit room, it takes a while for my eyes to get use to the darkness. I look around the room and find the only source of light comes from the single candles that lay at the centre of each table. Each table is covered with simple lace cloth, I find it dreadfully romantic. Im dining alone like i have the whole of my vacation. Its
been great being able to do what i please but at night when i have to dine alone it feels more like a chore. Some nights i have been lucky and have been invited to join the tables of chattering women who's company i have appreciated but tonight that doesn't look like a possibility. All around me are couples, with a dramatic sigh i give up hope and turn my attention to my menu.

"A glass of sauvignon, no a bottle" i said as the waiter aska for me drinks order. He writes down my order before nodding and starts towards the bar.

"Merci" i call as an afterthought. After scanning the menu for a further two minutes im still unsure what i want to eat. I reason to myself that as i have only 2 days left in Paris that i would no longer be careful with my money and will spend the remaining notes that lay in in purse.

"what to choose" i say quietly to myself.

"I heard the  Foie Gras is good but I can't decide between that and the Bouillabaisse which I know is beautiful" I'm a little startled and jump when I hear the man speaking to me. I turn and see a tall man dressed in sand coloured trousers and a thin white shirt smiling at me . Hes  stood beside my chair, I don't know how I  hadn't noticed him before . I have no idea how long he has been there, he has obviously heard me speaking to myself. He probably thinks I'm crazy. Well maybe I am a little.

"Erm thank you" my voice is unusually small, i can't help but to feel embarrassed.

"Are you eating alone. It's not much fun is it" the stranger asks.

"I am, would you care for some company" i  find my self asking , my confidence is slowly returning.

After a few seconds of silence he moves from beside me and takes the seat across from me. I take a moment to look him over. Hes was tall with  broad shoulders and a kind face. His salt and pepper hair tells me that hes  probably older than he looks. I guess he's around 40.

"I'm Taylor" i offer him my hand and he smirks before shaking my offered hand.

His shake is firm and confident, I know he works in an office its clear that hes no stranger to a handshake.

"I'm Greg, are you American" he asks. I don't have to ask him where he's from, I recognise his accent.

"I'm from Texas although my accent has mellowed due to my travelling " i joke. Its true, when i was a young girl my accent was thick and strong but after all the moving i have done in the last 3 years it had gotten more subtle.  I don't miss it.

Greg smiles at me, I can't help but to find him attractive. His teeth are like pearls that comfortably sit in his mouth. He's  having quite an effect on me.

"I'm from Boston as you can probably guess" he jokes His laugh is deep and strong. I like his laugh, it makes me smile.

"Can we have 2 glasses and another bottle" Greg asks the waiter as he returns to the table.

"Have you chosen which of our specialities you would like to sample" the waiter asks in perfect English. His French accent is strong but he pronounces every word perfectly.