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Chapter 15

Giselle

PARIS! I COULDN’T BELIEVE RYAN was taking me to Paris. This was my dream come true. How did I get so lucky?

Getting mugged was a blessing, not a curse.

I booked a romantic hotel in the heart of Paris. Ryan had wanted to find a bed-and-breakfast, but he quickly relented when I emphasized the security in Paris. I found his Achilles’ heel quite useful.

I called my father and informed him I would be heading to Paris. He seemed slightly annoyed but didn’t say anything else. I assured him that Ryan was behaving like a perfect gentleman, and we would be getting two rooms, all of which was true.

The next morning, Ryan insisted on renting a car and driving to Paris. I would’ve preferred to take a limo, but I wasn’t going to argue.

After a quick stop for lunch, we finally arrived in Paris and checked in.

“So, where do you want to go first?” I’d been here before, so I wanted Ryan to take the lead. This was his vacation, after all.

“I’ve made a reservation at a restaurant with Eiffel Tower views. I hope it’s up to your standards.”

Ah, he was so adorable. “You don’t have to impress me, Ryan. I’m just happy that I’m here with you.”

“Babe, I need to run an errand. I’ll be right back. Don’t leave this room or open the door under any circumstances.”

Again, with the paranoia. “I’m fine. Why are you so convinced I’m in danger? No one knows I’m here.”

“Don’t start with me. Kim Kardashian was robbed in Paris, and you are a princess. And you were mugged. Just listen to me. Please. I’ll just be downstairs.”

“Fine. I will stay put.”

He kissed me. “Lock the door behind me.”

“Yes, bodyguard.”

And now I was alone. Time to get ready for my date.

I spent some time picking out an outfit—a sexy dress and high heels. I laid it out on the bed and decided to bathe.

I drew myself a warm bath and added some bubbles. Before I stepped into the hot water, I looked at my naked body in the mirror. My entire life, I had been self-conscious; my thighs were too big, my tummy wasn’t flat. But for the first time, I felt not just beautiful but sexy. Ryan couldn’t keep his hands off of me, and he was gorgeous. It didn’t seem to be an act; he truly wanted me.

Maybe I should lose my virginity to him.

I slipped into the bubbles and allowed my mind to roam. Ryan’s words rang in my head. Why did Miguel get to have all the fun? Why couldn’t I enjoy and explore my sexuality?

I soaped myself up and pictured Ryan. A raw pang filled my belly. I wanted him. He wanted me. Why didn’t I go for it? No regrets. Just enjoy myself for the little time we had left.

I rubbed my nipples and began to feel a throbbing between my legs.

Then I heard a knock on the door.

“Babe, open up.”

I knew what I should do: hop out of the tub, dry myself off quickly, throw on some clothes, and answer the door.

But I didn’t want to.

I climbed out of the bath, naked, and raced to the door. I peered through the peephole to make sure it was Ryan.

It was.