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“You’re intuitive, organized, and have a keen sense of what’s going on around you.”
“I still don’t know how I can help you.”
“You’ll be my eyes and ears. Part of being a business owner is keen observation. You have that in spades.”
“I don’t know. I’d love to go to Paris with you, but I can’t leave Charlotte. Besides, I don’t have any appropriate clothes to become your… special assistant or whatever you’d call me.”
Her continued pushback was another admiral trait, but she didn’t seem to comprehend or accept that she now belonged to me. I cupped her chin, lifting her head until she was required to look me in the eyes. “Logistics is my forte and as I promised, I’ll make some calls to ensure Charlotte is protected while we’re gone. I’ll also have Jagger go by the condo a couple of times. Now, I don’t think you understand, my little pet. I’m not asking you to go with me. I’m telling you.”
CHAPTER17
Alexandra
Paris.
The city of love.
Or as I’ve read in dozens of romance books, the city of multiple orgasms. The thought was ridiculous but brought a shudder tingling my system. I wanted to pinch myself that I was being whisked away in a gorgeous Italian sports car driven by perhaps the most handsome man in the world through a city I thought I’d never visit in my lifetime.
As I stared out the window, I could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance, the city streets creations of beauty. While crowded, I’d already gotten a sense of excitement in the air. Or maybe it was just me. I allowed my thoughts to drift to Charlotte, hoping and praying she would be okay while I was gone. I’d stayed with Jameson the night before. He hadn’t disciplined me and I hadn’t asked. However, the passion had been even more incredible, a taste of the forbidden fruit.
After he’d fallen asleep, all I’d done was think about incidents that I’d somehow gotten myself in the middle of. When he’d gone with me to the condo, there’d been no sign of Charlotte. From what I could tell, she’d left and never returned. The fact Santiago had been at the club part of the night unnerved me even more.
Since then, I’d left her two voice messages and no return call. Maybe he was right in that there was little I could do. Hopefully, Jagger would keep an eye on her.
Jameson had been unusually quiet, making several business calls during the flight. I’d been able to tick off another item on my bucket list. Flying in a private jet, champagne served with smoked salmon and brie. It had been an unexpected slice of heaven.
“We’re almost there,” he said quietly, his deep voice sending a shower of tingles into my core.
“If I haven’t told you yet, thank you for bringing me with you.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, my little pet. You’ll be hard at work for the majority of the trip.”
“And the rest?”
As he tipped his head toward me, the carnal look in his eyes sent another penetrating jolt of electricity into every cell and muscle. “I think you’ll enjoy what Paris has to offer.”
I bit my lower lip, my fingers tingling from anticipation. When he pulled into an alcove in front of valet parking, I sucked in my breath. Hotel Plaza Athénée. The building was gorgeous, dozens of years old, the exterior full of charm with balconies protected in iron railings against every window. Bright crimson awnings adorned the windows and several sets of French doors, the classic yet gothic architecture hinting of romance and affluence.
“This is beautiful,” I told him.
“The hotel just celebrated one hundred and ten years of operation, the recent renovation one of the finest I’ve seen.”
“You’ve stayed here before?”
He chuckled as he shifted the gear into park, opening his door. “Every time I come to Paris.”
I took a deep breath as gorgeous young man opened my door, extending his hand and helping me from the car. It was difficult not to gawk given the incredible surroundings.
Jameson handed the man his keys, speaking in fluent French. Another surprise and I had a feeling there were dozens of them when it came to Jameson.
The man who’d claimed he owned me.
The thought was both riveting and terrifying. I was out of my element but determined to enjoy the perks of being in his company.
A bellman quickly advanced with a gold-plated cart, grabbing our luggage. We were whisked inside, Jameson’s hand placed firmly on the small of my back as he always did. The gesture was controlling yet comforting. At least I’d had the forethought of wearing one of the few skirts I owned, a nice blouse and heels instead of my usual comfortable attire.
Every man and woman inside the hotel was dressed as if prepared to head off to a fabulous event. Money oozed from the luxurious surroundings, the interior likely photographed for various upscale magazines.
