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“You do?”
“Yes. I like the way it hits every curve. It has just the right amount of sexy allure.” I winked.
“Phillippe…” She looked shocked by my comment.
“You are a very beautiful woman, and the way you move is breathtaking.”
“You’re embarrassing me.” She sipped her wine.
“I’m being honest. Mon amour, you are very sexy and I know I’m not the only man who sees that.” I leaned over and kissed her neck. I could tell she was a little embarrassed. “Relax, Mon amour, this is Paris. No one is paying attention to us.”
“I’m not used to…” Her smile was contagious.
“I will try to contain myself.”
“Merci. What do you suggest for dinner?”
“I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of pre-ordering.”
“Très bien.”
“Seems someone has been studying French.” I smiled.
“I want to learn French. Marie gave me a few words and phrases.”
“She did?”
“Oui. She said you like speaking your other language.” She sipped her wine. “Besides, the next time you say something to me in French in the heat of the moment like you did before, I want to know what I’m objecting or agreeing to.” She smiled
.
I brushed the side of her arm. “Did you enjoy the Louvre?”
“It was incredible. It’s one thing to read about it and see it on the internet. But it’s completely different when you see it in person. Now the things I studied make sense.” Listening to her talk and seeing the city through her eyes was refreshing. “What do you have planned for tonight?”
“Something very French.”
“Really?”
“I thought you might like the Moulin Rouge.”
“What?” The smile on her face was all the approval I needed. “Are you kidding?”
“No. I thought you might enjoy it.”
“Could the day be any more exciting? I’m sorry, did I say that out loud?” She looked around. “First the Louvre, then Coco Chanel’s apartment, shopping at Chanel, dinner at the Eiffel Tower, and Moulin Rouge later…it’s like a fairytale.” Then she got quiet.
“What’s wrong?” She shook her head. “Is it too much?”
“It’s…very thoughtful.”
I leaned over and kissed her. “You deserve it.”
I don’t know where Gabriella gets her energy. After the Moulin Rouge, we went dancing. It was around three thirty when we finally made it back to the apartment.
I don’t think either of us was tired. We only came home because the club closed, and the driver was tired. I would have put him in the back and driven, except I’d had too much to drink. In all the times I’ve brought a companion to Paris, I have never enjoyed myself as much as I have with Gabriella.
We stepped into the elevator, not looking at each other. I reached for her hand and felt like a scared French schoolboy in the presence of his crush. I stepped closer to her, and she looked at me with those gorgeous brown eyes, biting the edge of her bottom lip. Man, that look was dangerous and she didn’t even know she was doing it. The elevator stopped and opened to a partially dark space. The only lights on were the one in the hall near Gabriella’s room, and the one at the bottom of the staircase leading to my private rooms.
