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She runs back in, carrying a giant black purse. Her whole outfit is black as if she’s going to a funeral and not her first art internship.
“Coffee?” I ask while reaching for the cabinets.
“No,” Rachel moans, pouting and shoving on her shoes. “I don’t have time.”
I chuckle and shake my head.“Running late again?”
Rachel’s shoulders slump forward. “Don’t tease me. I’m already having a hard enough time as it is.”
I stride towards her, stopping and taking her chin with my fingers.“You have nothing to worry about. It’s all in your head.”
“I know. I just want everything to be perfect.”
“Well, it won’t be.” I press my lips against hers and stroke my fingers tenderly against her jaw. She leans into the touch. Before I can deepen thekiss,she pulls away.
“No more,” she says with a hard look and a quick wag of her finger. “I have to at least be on time. Tonight.” She pokes my nose, then grabs her bag and turns on her heel. My gaze lingers on her ass while she strides towards the door, feeling my cock awaken. The skirt hugs her curves perfectly and all I want to do is grab her hand and throw her onto the table and fuck her senseless.
I grab my cock as the image repeats in my head and wonder if the lube is still where I kept it in the drawer next to the refrigerator.
Rachel turns around and her eyes go to my hand grabbing my cock, currently tenting my sweats. She chuckles and shakes her head.“Tonight,” she repeats, the one word filled with so much promise.
I nod, my hand slipping away while I watch the door shut, closing off the wonderful view I have of her ass. I place my hands on the counter, focusing on the coolness and hoping it would calm me down. The sex from the other day was fantastic, andI kept wanting to relive it.
Paris is a wonderful, beautiful place with so much potential for romance. I can’t wait to show it to Rachel. Especially, since this might be my only and final summer with her. At least then, we’ll always have Paris.
There’s a knock on the door and I smile, sauntering towards the door and wondering if Rachel has changed her mind. She doesn’t need to be at the Louvre until eight. I’m sure she’s realized we have at least fifteen minutes of playtime.
“Did you change your-”I stop, my heart deflating as I see a face in the doorway; one I definitely wasn’t expecting.
“Alex,” I whisper, watching the blond enter without being invited.
“Lucas,” Alex says in greeting while his green eyes search the room. He chuckles and spins around, rubbing the back of his head. “I was expecting a woman to answer the door.”
I frown and cross my arms.“The woman just left. What are you doing here?”
I haven’t seen Alex since our prep school days when we both lived in New York. After we graduated, we went our separate ways with Alex obviously following the plan his parents set out for him: a prestigious med school followed by an intern program and a position at his father’s side. Alex came from old money, just like me, and had family residing all over Europe, particularly in Sweden. When we wereboys,we used to come here all the time and get up to mischief.
Now we just send a congratulatory email every now and then.
Alex doesn’t answer and continues entering the apartment, starting the espresso machine and pulling out two cups. He’s dressed like he just finished a run, but unlike Seth, who will run in anything, Alex wears, from head to toe, Puma. I also know Alex is on his school’s track team, and if he’s here, I can only suspect he plans to run the marathon, as well.
I scrunch up my nose and peak around the corner, praying Seth remains in his bed. It’s unlike him to sleep in so late, but maybe the jet lag and sleeping for twenty-two hours has messed up his internal clock. Knowing Seth, he would attack like a guard dog if he saw a rival here, drinking our coffee, getting all close with me.
Seth could be both possessive and competitive. Two traits I really think he needs to work on.
“Alex, seriously,” I begin when the espresso machine finishes and Alex hands me a cup. “What are you doing here? Did you leave anything here?”
Alex downs his espresso in one swig and shakes his head.“It’s not that.”
“Then what?” I chuckle and rub the back of my head, feeling awkward. It’s strange to be around Alex after three years of hardly talking. I would love to catch up if it wasn’t for Seth sleeping in the other room. “It’s not like you to-”
“Your parents are coming to Paris.”
I frown and slowly lower my cup. My heart feels like it’s completely disappeared from my body. I’m finding it difficult to breathe let alone continue standing. “What?” I breathe while leaning against the counter.
Alex nods.“I heard them speaking with my parents in the country club. They’re coming.”
“And why are you telling me?” I cross my arms, straightening myself and jutting out my chin. Everything will be fine. They’re probably just coming for the weekend. Probably just taking the private jet and want to meet me for some coffee and some lovely conversation that would likely spiral into a yelling match. “Why should I care?”
