wrong girl if that was what he wanted.
I’d already made up my mind that I didn’t like Maxwell Grant. Even though I had only just met him, arrogant and condescending were the first two words that came to mind to describe my boss.
Chapter 14
My worst nightmare became reality. Halfway through dessert, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Ma cherie, there you are.” Alain was standing beside my chair, his hand possessively on my shoulder, and he looked to be challenging Maxwell. Oh, no. This couldn’t look good.
I gasped. “Alain. You said you would call.”
“I did. Check your phone. It’s twenty-five minutes past nine. You didn’t pick up. So I decided to come and find you instead.”
Maxwell’s eyebrows shot up and a grim expression settled on his face. He threw his napkin on the table, pushed back his chair, and rose to his feet. He didn’t offer his hand in greeting. Even though Alain was tall and slender, Maxwell practically towered over him.
Awkward.
Wanting to diffuse the situation, I scrambled to my feet.
I glanced at Alain from under my lashes. He was dressed in tight black jeans and an open-neck shirt, his jacket casually hooked over his shoulder. His dark hair hung over his forehead as he peered down at me, bestowing the most panty-wetting smile I’d had the pleasure of receiving that day.
“This is my friend, Alain,” I said in a shaky voice.
Maxwell clenched his jaw. “You didn’t mention you had a friend in Paris.” His voice was cool, his eyes like fire and ice.
“Oh, we met on the plane. Alain was seated next to me.”
Alain was grinning from ear to ear, his hand possessively on the small of my back, stroking it slowly with his thumb. I felt the blood rise to my cheeks at the intimate gesture. Didn’t Alain have any shame? It was if Alain wanted Maxwell to think we were lovers.
Maxwell looked as if he were going to have a coronary. He stiffened, his lips drawing into a thin line as he worked his jaw.
The eight-month contract meant he owned me during working hours, but outside of that, I could damn well make friends with whomever I pleased. Including incredibly hot Frenchmen. One of whom, currently sent delicious shivers down my spine as he kept caressing my back, in full view of my seemingly furious boss.
Chapter 15
Back in my hotel room, Alain removed a bottle of wine from the mini bar. I watched in silence as he expertly filled two glasses. He raked his fingers through his hair, gazing at me pensively. Finally he spoke. “He wants to fuck you.”
My mouth dropped open. “Didn’t be ridiculous, he’s married.”
The corners of his mouth twisted into a terse smile. “You’re so naïve. That won’t stop any man if he really wants a woman.”
“Well that stops me ,” I said, raising my chin.
“He definitely has his eye on you. This I know for a fact.” The serious tone in his voice assured me he wasn’t joking.
“Why would he want me if he has a gorgeous model for a wife? You’re being ridiculous, Alain.”
“Ah, it’s clear you don’t realize the allure you have…that’s partly what makes you so fucking sexy.” With three steps he closed the distance between us and pulled me against his rock-hard chest. His breath on my neck was coming hot and fast.
“A man knows when another man wants to fuck his woman,” Alain growled. Hot wet kisses trailed from my jaw to the hollow at my throat.
His woman?
“Yes, you are mine,” he rasped, as he covered my mouth with his; his tongue plundering my mouth possessively.
Pulling the pins out one by one, my hair tumbled from the restraining chignon. My breath hitched as he tousled my hair so that it fell loosely around my shoulders.
Finally. I’ve been waiting for this.
“Ah, so damn beautiful,” he said, as the corners of his sculptured mouth curved into a wicked smile. Hot kisses scorched my flesh where my breasts rose, as he deftly tugged at the zipper of my dress and slipped it off my shoulders, trailing his
I’d already made up my mind that I didn’t like Maxwell Grant. Even though I had only just met him, arrogant and condescending were the first two words that came to mind to describe my boss.
Chapter 14
My worst nightmare became reality. Halfway through dessert, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Ma cherie, there you are.” Alain was standing beside my chair, his hand possessively on my shoulder, and he looked to be challenging Maxwell. Oh, no. This couldn’t look good.
I gasped. “Alain. You said you would call.”
“I did. Check your phone. It’s twenty-five minutes past nine. You didn’t pick up. So I decided to come and find you instead.”
Maxwell’s eyebrows shot up and a grim expression settled on his face. He threw his napkin on the table, pushed back his chair, and rose to his feet. He didn’t offer his hand in greeting. Even though Alain was tall and slender, Maxwell practically towered over him.
Awkward.
Wanting to diffuse the situation, I scrambled to my feet.
I glanced at Alain from under my lashes. He was dressed in tight black jeans and an open-neck shirt, his jacket casually hooked over his shoulder. His dark hair hung over his forehead as he peered down at me, bestowing the most panty-wetting smile I’d had the pleasure of receiving that day.
“This is my friend, Alain,” I said in a shaky voice.
Maxwell clenched his jaw. “You didn’t mention you had a friend in Paris.” His voice was cool, his eyes like fire and ice.
“Oh, we met on the plane. Alain was seated next to me.”
Alain was grinning from ear to ear, his hand possessively on the small of my back, stroking it slowly with his thumb. I felt the blood rise to my cheeks at the intimate gesture. Didn’t Alain have any shame? It was if Alain wanted Maxwell to think we were lovers.
Maxwell looked as if he were going to have a coronary. He stiffened, his lips drawing into a thin line as he worked his jaw.
The eight-month contract meant he owned me during working hours, but outside of that, I could damn well make friends with whomever I pleased. Including incredibly hot Frenchmen. One of whom, currently sent delicious shivers down my spine as he kept caressing my back, in full view of my seemingly furious boss.
Chapter 15
Back in my hotel room, Alain removed a bottle of wine from the mini bar. I watched in silence as he expertly filled two glasses. He raked his fingers through his hair, gazing at me pensively. Finally he spoke. “He wants to fuck you.”
My mouth dropped open. “Didn’t be ridiculous, he’s married.”
The corners of his mouth twisted into a terse smile. “You’re so naïve. That won’t stop any man if he really wants a woman.”
“Well that stops me ,” I said, raising my chin.
“He definitely has his eye on you. This I know for a fact.” The serious tone in his voice assured me he wasn’t joking.
“Why would he want me if he has a gorgeous model for a wife? You’re being ridiculous, Alain.”
“Ah, it’s clear you don’t realize the allure you have…that’s partly what makes you so fucking sexy.” With three steps he closed the distance between us and pulled me against his rock-hard chest. His breath on my neck was coming hot and fast.
“A man knows when another man wants to fuck his woman,” Alain growled. Hot wet kisses trailed from my jaw to the hollow at my throat.
His woman?
“Yes, you are mine,” he rasped, as he covered my mouth with his; his tongue plundering my mouth possessively.
Pulling the pins out one by one, my hair tumbled from the restraining chignon. My breath hitched as he tousled my hair so that it fell loosely around my shoulders.
Finally. I’ve been waiting for this.
“Ah, so damn beautiful,” he said, as the corners of his sculptured mouth curved into a wicked smile. Hot kisses scorched my flesh where my breasts rose, as he deftly tugged at the zipper of my dress and slipped it off my shoulders, trailing his
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