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Lucas sighs and when I turn around, I see him rubbing his head. The girls from before have thankfully left and the crowd around the carousel is slowly dissipating.“We should probably go,” I say while pushing myself off Seth. “The taxis are probably all taken at this rate.” I look around, finding a bus sign to my left. Pointing towards it I say, “Maybe we should get tickets-”
Lucas grabs my finger and pulls me towards him.“Everything has been taken care of,” he says while lacing my fingers with his and pressing a kiss against my forehead. “Don’t you worry about athing.” Lucas looks at his clock, his eyes widening. “Actually, he should be here by now.”
“Thank God,” says Seth while jumping up from the bench. He slings his bag over his shoulder while Hunter grabs his suitcase.
“He?” I ask, wondering if Lucas called a friend I didn’t know about.
It’s crazy to think that this isn’t Lucas’s first trip to Paris. Apparently, his parents stay here frequently. They even have an apartment here and his mother’s family owns a hotel. I haven’t really discussed Lucas’s family with him, other than he pretty much hates his father, doesn’t have the best of relationships with his mother and he tries to avoid both at all costs.
Lucas’s past and familial life are a mystery to me.
We lug our suitcases out of the airport and towards the taxi pick-up and drop-off. The heat smacks me in the face and I’m desperate to be rid of my sweater while I hold a hand up to my eyes, shielding my gaze from the sun while looking around for a man carrying a Lucas Brent sign.
My hand slowly lowers when I find the man. He’s holding a small white card with Lucas’s name on it, written in beautiful calligraphy. The man smiles and waves his white gloved hand delicately, slowly lowering the card and placing it under his arm, donned in an immaculately pressed suit jacket. Behindhimstands a long, black limousine.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” asks Lucas when I don’t immediately follow him towards the chauffeur.
“That’s our ride?” I rasp while pointing at the limo.
“How are you shocked at this point?” Seth whispers in my ear. “It’s Lucas.”
He’s right, I shouldn’t be shocked. But I am. I’ve never ridden in a limo before. Not even for prom. And I don’t know anyone who has an on call chauffeur in another country.
“Come on, you,” says Seth while grabbing my elbow and pulling me after him.
I should be thankful he’s leading me. I’m too shocked to move on my own.
“Welcome,Mr. Brent,” says the chauffeur in a sexy French accent. “It is good to have you back again. Will your parents be joining you?”
Lucas hands the chauffeur his suitcase.“No. I’m afraid they are spending their summer in Caicos.”
“Ah. That’s a shame.” The chauffeur takes Hunter’s suitcase and Seth’s bag. His smile seems forced as he looks between us. “But it looks like you’ve brought some friends with you. Madam, may I have your bag?”
I blink and look around.“Me?” I ask, realizing that I’m being stupid.Ofcourse he means me.
The chauffeur chuckles while holding out his hand. I drag my suitcase forward, my gaze lowering towards the frayed fabric and the scuffs on the side. I really should have ignored Seth’s protests and changed. I most likely look like a hairygreaseballafter that flight and now I’m going to be sitting in a fancy limo.
I force a smile as the chauffeur takes the suitcase.“Thank you,” I murmur.
“Alright then,” says the chauffeur while opening the door. “In you go. I’ll handle yourbags,and then we’ll be on our way. Please help yourself to some champagne.”
“Champagne?” I repeat while slowly stepping towards the entrance.
“Party time!” shouts Seth while slipping inside and dumping his body in the far corner.
“There should be some Red Bull, as well,” says Lucas. Looking over my shoulder, I see he’s talking to Hunter, who simply shrugs and stuffs a croissant into his mouth.
“I’m fine with water.”
I take a seat next to Seth while Lucas and Hunter sit across from us. The limo is large and wide with black leather seats I could fall asleep in. Lucas opens the small fridge near him while grabbing several glasses resting on the small table.
“Anyone?” he asks while holding up a glass.
“Me,” says Seth while holding out his hand.
Lucas turns to me, but I’m not so sure. My gaze goes to Hunter, knowing he’s the only one that can’t drink with his new sobriety. I don’t want to do anything to mess that up.
But I also want the champagne.
