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From his expression, it’s obvious he enjoys it as much as I do.
I eat my religieuse with such gusto, I end up with crème pâtissière all over my hand.
I’m about to lick it off when Bryce grabs my wrist and says, “Let me do it.”
With his eyes locked onto mine, he licks the custard off my hand.
My lady parts approve.
He leans in and whispers in my ear, “It’s not your hand I want to lick, but I’ll have to wait until later for what I have in mind.”
I swallow hard.
Chapter 9
Sofia
As we ride the elevator to our rooms, I look forward to the nice quiet evening ahead after a long day. After freshening up, we’ll go out for dinner or maybe ordering room service. I hope I’ll end the night on all fours with Bryce fucking me hard from behind.
I peer up at him.
He’s busy answering a text message on his phone.
He mumbles something to himself.
I shift my attention to him.
His blue eyes meet mine and he says, “We’re invited for dinner at a friend’s home. Mariella—her full name is Contessa Mariella Borini Mozzetti—is in Paris and she insists on us having dinner tonight.”
“Us?” I ask, perplexed.
The elevator comes to a stop. The doors open and Bryce urges me forward with a hand to my lower back.
“I’ve told a few friends who travel in and out of Paris on a regular basis that I’m in the city with a drop-dead-gorgeous and super-smart friend of mine. The Contessa wants to meet you.”
“She’s a real Contessa?” I ask, as we enter Bryce’s room.
“She is. She’s related to the former President of France’s second wife. When he was in power, Mariella had the most lavish parties, and it was as if she owned Paris. She knows everyone in the French political arena and she’s also friends with many of the top businesspeople in the city. She comes from an extremely rich family, and married a count who was twenty-three years her elder. He passed away a few years after they married and he left her everything, to the dismay of his grown children. She’s by far the most extravagant and the richest woman I know. She can buy anything and anyone she wants.”
“What do you mean she can buy anyone she wants?”
“In her late forties and early fifties, she was notorious for buying casual relationships with men of all ages and discarding them at will. She was fearless and didn’t care if they were married with kids or not. If she wanted you, she’d find a way to get you. I’ve known her for twenty years, and she’s been trying to convince me to marry her for nineteen of those years.”
I wonder if Bryce also feels he has the ability to buy and discard people at will.
“Then one day, she met her match! Thierry Kieffer. He’s a former Swiss banker who made a fortune on the stock market. He retired at fifty and was enjoying a lazy vacation in Nice when they met. He was rich, but not as rich as Mariella, which allowed her to keep the upper hand—for a while. He charmed her, she fell head over heels for him, and when she tried her usual stunt of wanting more than one man, he left her. She cried on my shoulder for months, until one day I told her, ‘If you love him, stop your bullshit games and go get him.’ I don’t think anyone had ever spoken to her so bluntly. She was on the first plane out to Luxembourg where Thierry had a home and the rest is history.”
I inhale every word he says.
We’re not in Kansas anymore.
When I was a real estate agent, I rubbed shoulders with influential businesspeople. They had money, but not jet-setting money. I’ve never traveled in these circles of ultra-rich people before.
“She’s expecting us for seven-thirty. You have thirty minutes to get ready. I’ll meet you in the lobby. That way I won’t be tempted to fuck you senseless.” He winks. “We can’t be late.”
“Okay.”
“While we were at the meeting, I expanded your wardrobe.” I frown my confusion. “I used the same personal shopper who selected the suit. I’m sure amongst the selection, you’ll find the perfect dress for this evening. As per my request, everything is hung in your wardrobe.”
