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“You saw the price tag?” Bryce is either psychic or my reaction speaks volumes.
“Oh… Well… Yes…” I stammer. I can’t believe it’s so affordable.
“Imagine, I have two adjacent rooms for us. You’ll have to double that figure to get the full effect of how much this week is costing me.”
I’m dumbfounded.
Talk about upgrading your lifestyle.
If this trip wasn’t on his dime, I doubt I’d be able to afford a cup of tea at the Mandarin.
The tally for the week is going to be staggering. Chump change, I guess, for a billionaire.
He grabs my hand, lifts it to his lips and kisses it. “What you see has nothing to do with luck, Amanda. I’ve worked very hard all my life and nothing has ever been handed to me. I’m a very successful man and this is one of the perks. I’m happy you’ll be able to experience one of the most incredible locations in Paris.”
I never thought I’d have to become an escort to indulge in this level of opulence.
We arrive at the hotel at one o’clock in the morning.
I gasp at the décor.
While Bryce takes care of the check-in, I admire the beauty of this prestigious hotel. I turn around in a circle The Sound of Music style to take it all in.
Ciara would die if she saw the lighting fixtures in this hotel. I have to come back with her.
“If you wish, I’ll see if we can make arrangements to have you sleep in the lobby,” Bryce says from behind me.
I face him. With your influence, I’m sure you can make it happen. “Have you seen how majestic this hotel is?”
“I’m making fun of you because you’re like a kid in a candy shop.”
“I find it hard to contain my excitement in front of such creative genius.”
“There’s a reason I only stay at this hotel. Although I’ve traveled around the world, nothing quite compares to this.”
“I’ll have to come back with my sister.”
“I doubt she’s as beautiful as you.”
My cheeks flush.
I clean up nicely, but compared to my sister, I’m an ugly duckling.
“Ciara is the stunning one. She’s one of New York’s top lighting designers. She’s smart, gorgeous, thin, speaks five languages, and towers over me at five nine. She has big curly hair that makes it impossible to miss her when she walks into a room. When she wears heels, she’s like a skyscraper. And let’s not forget, the gym is her place of worship four to five times per week.”
She was blessed with… well… everything. My sister’s legendary beauty has always been a challenge for me.
“Very tempting,” he says.
I regret revealing so much about Ciara.
I’m curvy and petite. I always need the extra boost of confidence I get from wearing high heels, even though nothing I buy can ever rival Ciara’s statuesque figure.
When men meet us, they fall head over heels for her, and forget all about me.
I’m not jealous. Not anymore.
Over the years, I got used to being invisible when I’m standing next to her.
