Chapter 20
Jaxson
I’d sayI’ve been waiting in the lobby ofChateau De Grenellefor a good sevenminutes.
Palms sweating. Heart beating out mychest.
I check my reflection in the glossy elevator doors as I stand here, waiting for Lauren to stepout.
Then I fidget with myhands.
What the hell do I do with them? Let them dangle at mysides?
Dude, that doesn’t even look remotelycool.
I shove them in mypockets.
Yeah man, that’sbetter.
I hear the sound of the elevator comingdown.
Brace yourself.Here shecomes.
And when the door slides open, I finally understand whatshe takes my breath awayreally feelslike.
Euphoria times infinity brushed with,wait,what?
“Hi,” she mutters, her smile all warm andbeautiful.
We walk toward each other, meeting halfway, now standing close, her eyelashes fluttering as those baby blue’s peer up at me. Even in her heels she’s a petite princess with endless curves in all the rightplaces.
“Hi,” I grin, unashamed of how happy I am to seeher.
“You shaved your beard,” she says, a soft pink tone creeping up herface.
It feels hell-a good to know I can make herblush.
I rub my naked chin as I peer down at her. “Youlike?”
“It works.” She giggles and I wish I could kiss her all over that sarcastic lip gloss-coatedmouth.
Take it slow, man. You let her get away from you at the airport. Don’t you dare let her get awaynow.
“You ready togo?”
Her tongue swipes her lips. “Mmmhmm.”
We walk to my car, arms and hands close enough tobrush.
She pivots to face me. “APorsche?”
“Uh yeah. A little toy I bought this evening to cheer meup.”
I open the door and she slides into the seat, a whiff of her signature perfume striking my senses like,oh myGod.
We ride in silence, both of us presumably taking in the City of Lights, absorbing Paris, allowing it to pour into oursouls.
One thing I can’t deny, Lauren is a charismatic combo of beauty and sexy—the reason why a word likebexymay be coming to a dictionary nearyou.
