Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“This isn’t fair, asking me to give you more time right when I wake up in freaking Paris.”
“Life isn’t fair.” He tapped his thumb against the inside of my palm. “Please.”
“Three months with the same rules?”
“Of course.”
I bit my lip. “Fine.”
“Then let’s make it six months.”
I hit him in the stomach with the back of my hand.
He laughed and drew me in for a kiss.
God, even his tongue tastes so good.
I explored his mouth.
He pulled away and sucked on my bottom lip. It felt so good.
I moaned.
The sound of a door closing came from farther away.
I left his lips. No one was in the suite but us and a table stacked with food. “All this is our breakfast?”
“I couldn’t decide what you would want. I asked around for the best breakfast in Paris, which sparked a serious argument between the concierge and receptionist.” Chase backed away from me and kicked off his sneakers. “Seriously, I thought the concierge was going to smack her when the receptionist disagreed about who baked the best bread.”
My stomach growled.
“So I settled on both of their top three favorite breakfast spots.” He guided me over and pulled out a chair for me. “Let’s eat, baby. Maybe you can tell me what the hell we’re eating once you try it.”
“I’m excited.”
“Well, I’m nervous.” He frowned and stared at the table. “I swear I heard one of them used the French word for ‘tongue.’”
“Whoa. I hope there’s tongue on here.” I pumped my fist in the air. “I love beef tongue. When executed well, of course.”
“Of course.” He frowned.
“Stop it.” I unfolded a cloth napkin and set it on my lap. “Oh, what’s the name of the place outside the balcony?”
“Place Vendôme.”
I repeated him.
“Why?” he asked.
“I just don’t want to forget any of this.”
“If you do, we’ll come back.” He shrugged. “Here’s your phone, by the way.” He handed it to me. “It kept ringing and buzzing. I couldn’t figure out how to turn it off so I took it with me.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Yeah right.”
“What?”
“You didn’t rummage through it, checking out all of my hot lovers’ voicemail messages?” I slid my fingers across the screen to check my missed calls. “Your fiancée called me ten times, Lucy five, and a number I don’t recognize also called. Should I assume it’s Wendy?”
“Yes.” He chewed on a piece of bread. A dark expression shadowed his face. “You like the suite?”
“It’s awesome. How much is it a night?”
“Seven thousand Euros.”
“Whoa. That’s several house payments.” I shook my head and checked my emails. “Are we going to discuss why your women are calling me or are we going to pretend like it’s not happening?”
“I’d rather deal with that when we return to the States.”
I opened an email from Dawn.
Jasmine,
While I welcome you to our unique family, you must be aware of the schedule and rules. Your hysteria and family problems have caused Chase to ignore the schedule. He has missed all of our days. . .
I stopped reading and forwarded the email to him. “Dawn is upset about the schedule.”
He knitted his fingers together. “She expressed that to me on the phone this morning.”
I bet she did.
“Who’s days have you missed?” I asked.
“Let’s eat.” He narrowed his eyes at me.
“Answer me, please.”
“The night we went to Lan was Wendy’s evening. The India trip were Lucy’s and Dawn’s. Today it starts back over, so I will be missing two more dates for each of them.”
“When is my day?”
“Dawn would like you on the fourth day since you have the least seniority.”
“Seniority?” I rolled my eyes.
They’ve made a business operation out of love.
“I want to enjoy Paris right now, not talk about this. I told Dawn I’ll make up the days when I return.”
“So I won’t spend time with you for at least a week?”
“Possibly.” He wrestled his thumb with his other one. “Which is why we should enjoy the time we have now.”
I tapped my feet and checked more emails. Before Chase’s plane had taken off, I’d sent an email to everyone letting them know I would be in Paris for a few days and not to worry.
Apparently, Gabe had responded later with a list of restaurants I might like.
“Cool.” I smiled. “Gabe sent a bunch of restaurants. He placed the Michelin Star restaurants at the top.”
“Does he know you’re with me?”
“Of course not.” I browsed the rest of my emails.
“Why didn’t you tell him?”
“What do I say? I’m going on a trip with my boss who I’m now dating and by the way he has a fiancée and two other girlfriends?”
“He should know you’re taken.”
“I’m not officially taken. I can date other men. Remember?”
I opened my last unread email. The sender was labeled Anonymous.
Jasmine,
Stick to our rules and you won’t get hurt.
Sincerely,
Highly Upset
“Someone is threatening me.” I showed him the email.