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Chapter Fourteen
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Instead of going to London first, Phillippe reversed the schedule. We went to Paris first.
As we drove to the hotel, my nerves started gathering. I was in the city of love with my boyfriend. A man I have been having impure thoughts, fantasies and hot dreams about. God, please don’t let me lose control. I can’t say regret, because let’s be real, if something did happen, I doubt I’d regret it. I’d feel really bad, but, man what a memory I’d have.
I looked at Phillippe and smiled.
“Why are you sitting all the way over there?” He grabbed my hand and pulled me next to him. He wrapped his arm around me, rubbing my shoulder.
“It’s so beautiful, and this is where you grew up?”
“We divided our time between the city and my grandparents place in Bordeaux.”
“Wow. I couldn’t imagine not living in the city. Each building is more amazing than the next.”
“Let’s switch.”
“What?”
“Sit here.” He climbed over me and I slid closer to the door with a better view of the city. As we made our way into the city, Phillippe pointed out buildings and sights giving me a mini tour.
“It’s all so beautiful.”
Suddenly, the tour came to an end and we stopped at a beautiful building. “We’re here.” Phillippe got out of the car, walked around and helped me out while the driver handled the luggage. I looked up staring at the beautiful building. It looked like something out of an art book…grey, gothic details, and an amazing black metal and glass door.
“Wow.” I tried not to sound like a tourist, but everything I said gave me away.
He took my hand and we walked inside. I looked around and it looked like a grand mansion. The walls were black lacquer, with incredible art and antiques, mixed with contemporary furniture, beautiful flowers and funky, soulful music. It reminded me of Phillippe…classic, with a little contemporary edge.
I looked around for the check-in desk, but never saw one. We bypassed all the lobby action and went to an elevator. That’s when it occurred to me this might not be a hotel. Maybe we’re meeting the realtor before going to our hotel. We rode up to the top floor and the elevator opened directly into the space. I looked around and the view was incredible.
“Where are we?”
Phillippe took off his jacket and placed it on the sofa. He turned and looked at me. “Make yourself comfortable.”
I put my bag down, took off my jacket, and handed it to Phillippe. “Where are we?”
“Phillippe…”
A petite woman appeared. “Marie.”
“Comment était votre voyage?”
“Our trip was perfect. Merci.” He looked at me. “This is Mademoiselle Townsend.”
“Plaisir de vous rencontrer.” Marie extended her hand to me.
“Pardonnez-moi, je ne parle pas bien Français. That’s the one phrase I made sure to learn.” I smiled. “Plus I got a translation app.”
She smiled. “Forgive me. It is a pleasure to meet you. I apologize. Monsieur did mention that to me. I will try to speak only English.”
