Page 134 of Watching Her

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Penelope

Paris.

I’d never known what I was missing. The city was gorgeous and so romantic. Plus, there was something very special about being in such a fabulous city with a man you were in love with.

We’d enjoyed walks by the Seine River, had been tourists at the Eiffel Tower. We’d explored wineries and eaten way too much cheese and chocolate.

We’d also found it rather difficult to leave our beautiful suite, our passion exploding even more than before. Every waking minute had been full of seduction.

Just being together.

Just playing tourists in love.

And we were in love. Yes, our relationship could be considered unconventional, but I realized there was no perfect couple, no perfect person either. Christian had eliminated a few people. I truly believed at this point they’d deserved the harsh punishment.

After all, they hadn’t been good people by anyone’s standards.

However, I had made him promise no more eliminations. I had no doubt he’d honor my request.

That’s what two people in love did. They fought for each other. They made promises they kept. They killed to keep each other safe.

But I digressed.

At least I could recognize and appreciate a part of myself I hadn’t known existed.

I had a darker side as well. One that my handsome lover nurtured.

Now it was time to get down to the business at hand.

“Are you all set?” Christian asked.

“I am. You taught me well, much like with the art of surveillance.”

“You are a quick study with everything. I’ll need to watch out for you.”

“When bodies start to drop, then you’ll need to be concerned.”

I’d finally surprised him.

“Just kidding.” I adjusted his tie, red in color to match my new suit.

“You better be or you know what I’ll do.”

“Turn me over your knee?”

He cupped my face, pulling me close. “You better believe it.”

As I lifted my head, he brushed his lips across mine and as usual, butterflies formed in my stomach. He had such an effect on me. “And I wouldn’t mind.”

The taste of him was amazing, super tangy. I couldn’t wait to taste more of him later after a contract was signed.

When he pulled away, he brushed his thumb just underneath my lip, sucking the lipstick off immediately afterward.

“Did I tell you how proud I am of you?” he asked.

“Yes, you did. But do you love me?”