Red was the color of her hair silky and soft.
Red the color of her bright lipstick, turned on his lips burning with love.
Red was the color of her gown, perfectly outlining the sinuous curves of her perfect body.
Red roses were in the room was decorated with roses in an intense, an impressive elegance, but a bitter taste.
The first time I saw it was there in the room where they carried out the affairs of the "Vie en Rose", the most luxurious theater in Paris.
She accompanied the owner of the theater - the head o 'the boss' as it was in those parts - the person who would allow me to become a millionaire, if all went well.
I did not realize who he was, what he was doing there, and why this was the only woman in a room full of men.
My naivety led me to think that Danton was so in love with it to enable it to oversee even business meetings.
" still capable of wine" - I asked the woman stroking one finger on the rim of my glass half empty.
" Roxanne, treasure" - interrupted the head - " is not yet time to bother the guys, come on, sit down next to me, I know that these sterile business meetings are not the best, but will also Your time will see "- approached the chair and she sat down, sulking like a child but as a sexy femme fatale.
bother? He allowed his girlfriend to flirt with others? There was something wrong with all this strange story, but not I was concerned, was there to close a deal for 1.5 million euro so not lingered over.
few hours later I found myself in front of a contract that was worth gold, my company would have designed all the clothes for the impending spectacle of actors Vie en Rose, like a modern Romeo & Juliet with whom Danton had hoped to hook up too young people, always too far away from the theatrical world.
And yet, despite my indelible ink for the same limestone that paper, assuring world-renowned not only in Paris but throughout France, I could not tear his eyes from the face of Roxanne.
"Who knows how old " - I asked as I carefully wrote my name on a piece of paper that apparently priceless - "maybe not even age" - I went once signed, as she gave a copy of the contract to all present.
"Mr. McGregor Well, congratulations, between 9 months we will all be accurate in the first room of the work, enjoy your prestigious clothes, do his best and France will fall at his feet " - he shook my hand - " .. Let's celebrate, Roxanne, also accompanies our new friend below, we will have a delicious dinner .
A delicious girl handed me his arm, that I did not hesitate to grab gently, letting yourself be intoxicated by its fresh scent - "Can I call Eric, Do you mind? You know how, are not accustomed to giving my clients of you "- he laughed mischievously.
did not answer, I just nodded and did accompany me to the table where we dined, was small for six people.
" Eric!" - A familiar voice greeted me spirited - " I can not believe, do not tell me is that your company has been awarded the contract for clothes?".
was Jacob O'Connor, the restaurant manager, who, most of the time, took care of the music shows of Danton. He was the brother of my ex-wife, but made an entirely different dough.
"Well you friend" - I exclaimed enthusiastically shaking his hand - " 's me!" - We hugged and then discover that we had dinner together that evening at the table of Danton.
" Oh, I see you've already made the acquaintance " - Roxanne joined us, he had changed his clothes and was even more beautiful, hard not to notice it, hard not to get lost in her eyes - "Sit well, we get immediately .
Stupidly I turned and unconsciously my friend - " But it is the girlfriend of the head, this beautiful creature ?" - I asked softly.
He looked at me askance, as if I had uttered a curse that could have cost me my life if I had been heard from those who would not have listened, and after a moment of amazement laughed - "Eric Oh God, oh my God! How old is that you do not come to Paris ? "- Not being American I used to go to France every week, of course.
This time I was looking at him wrong - " Do I have to know every inhabitant of France rich?" - I asked skeptically.
He continued, for its part, to commit not to spit in his face and laughter just smiled, put his hand on his shoulder - " My dear Eric, that's Satin Roxanne, one of the most desired women of all Paris Bella" - she turned to seriously look into my eyes - "is a prostitute .
I opened my eyes. Could not be true.
Red the color of her bright lipstick, turned on his lips burning with love.
Red was the color of her gown, perfectly outlining the sinuous curves of her perfect body.
Red roses were in the room was decorated with roses in an intense, an impressive elegance, but a bitter taste.
The first time I saw it was there in the room where they carried out the affairs of the "Vie en Rose", the most luxurious theater in Paris.
She accompanied the owner of the theater - the head o 'the boss' as it was in those parts - the person who would allow me to become a millionaire, if all went well.
I did not realize who he was, what he was doing there, and why this was the only woman in a room full of men.
My naivety led me to think that Danton was so in love with it to enable it to oversee even business meetings.
" still capable of wine" - I asked the woman stroking one finger on the rim of my glass half empty.
" Roxanne, treasure" - interrupted the head - " is not yet time to bother the guys, come on, sit down next to me, I know that these sterile business meetings are not the best, but will also Your time will see "- approached the chair and she sat down, sulking like a child but as a sexy femme fatale.
bother? He allowed his girlfriend to flirt with others? There was something wrong with all this strange story, but not I was concerned, was there to close a deal for 1.5 million euro so not lingered over.
few hours later I found myself in front of a contract that was worth gold, my company would have designed all the clothes for the impending spectacle of actors Vie en Rose, like a modern Romeo & Juliet with whom Danton had hoped to hook up too young people, always too far away from the theatrical world.
And yet, despite my indelible ink for the same limestone that paper, assuring world-renowned not only in Paris but throughout France, I could not tear his eyes from the face of Roxanne.
"Who knows how old " - I asked as I carefully wrote my name on a piece of paper that apparently priceless - "maybe not even age" - I went once signed, as she gave a copy of the contract to all present.
"Mr. McGregor Well, congratulations, between 9 months we will all be accurate in the first room of the work, enjoy your prestigious clothes, do his best and France will fall at his feet " - he shook my hand - " .. Let's celebrate, Roxanne, also accompanies our new friend below, we will have a delicious dinner .
A delicious girl handed me his arm, that I did not hesitate to grab gently, letting yourself be intoxicated by its fresh scent - "Can I call Eric, Do you mind? You know how, are not accustomed to giving my clients of you "- he laughed mischievously.
did not answer, I just nodded and did accompany me to the table where we dined, was small for six people.
" Eric!" - A familiar voice greeted me spirited - " I can not believe, do not tell me is that your company has been awarded the contract for clothes?".
was Jacob O'Connor, the restaurant manager, who, most of the time, took care of the music shows of Danton. He was the brother of my ex-wife, but made an entirely different dough.
"Well you friend" - I exclaimed enthusiastically shaking his hand - " 's me!" - We hugged and then discover that we had dinner together that evening at the table of Danton.
" Oh, I see you've already made the acquaintance " - Roxanne joined us, he had changed his clothes and was even more beautiful, hard not to notice it, hard not to get lost in her eyes - "Sit well, we get immediately .
Stupidly I turned and unconsciously my friend - " But it is the girlfriend of the head, this beautiful creature ?" - I asked softly.
He looked at me askance, as if I had uttered a curse that could have cost me my life if I had been heard from those who would not have listened, and after a moment of amazement laughed - "Eric Oh God, oh my God! How old is that you do not come to Paris ? "- Not being American I used to go to France every week, of course.
This time I was looking at him wrong - " Do I have to know every inhabitant of France rich?" - I asked skeptically.
He continued, for its part, to commit not to spit in his face and laughter just smiled, put his hand on his shoulder - " My dear Eric, that's Satin Roxanne, one of the most desired women of all Paris Bella" - she turned to seriously look into my eyes - "is a prostitute .
I opened my eyes. Could not be true.
