Love In Three Countries: France (A Billionaire Travel Erotic Romance) by Bella Blue Page B
Authors: Bella Blue
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with wet hair means it's too wild to even bother trying to style. Twisting my medium length brown hair into a low bun, I slip on a black dress and pull a small black clutch wallet that I put my credit card and passport into before heading back down to the reception.
The lobby is still a bit overwhelming, but it's growing on me. Passing by the woman, I wave as I head out onto the street, hoping there is a restaurant where I can buy dinner somewhere nearby.
Luckily for me, there is a small cafe across the street from my hotel, a cute little building called Chez Mimi. Stepping into the building, I am greeted with ambient lighting. It's nearly packed, but I head to the counter and order a coffee along with a doughnut. Not the most nutritious meal, but it'll tide me over until I can find a larger restaurant. My stomach is growling too loud to permit myself to wait longer.
My eyes wander around the cafe, looking for an empty seat. Ah, there's one. Way in the back, in the corner, there is a single empty chair next to a window. No one seems to be saving it, so I make my way back, my hips swaying slightly as I step and swerve to avoid hitting anyone. The smell of my coffee is making me a bit woozy, and I know if I don't sit soon I may collapse.
The chair has a pretty cushion on it, which makes the seat just comfortable enough. I only have a small table on which to set my things, so my purse is in my lap while I sip my coffee and daintily bite into my doughnut. From the corner of my eye, while taking a small bite, I notice a man staring at me from across the room. At least, I think he's staring at me.
Too embarrassed to look and be sure, I finish my doughnut and continue working on my coffee. Back home, though I'm tough and hardworking, I'm not that great with men. I've dated a few, but even though I'm 24 and my mom reminds me almost every month that she wants grandchildren, I just can't find someone I'm comfortable with.
Even just from the corner of my eye, the stranger is obviously handsome. My heart starts to beat faster with the idea that maybe he really is looking at me. What if he comes to talk to me?
I'm on vacation. I can pretend to be anyone. I decide then and there, that I'm going to pretend to be a real seductress, someone everyone wants. If he doesn't come talk to me, maybe I'll go talk to him. My body is still on fire from my self love in the shower earlier, and I know that if I don't get someone to take care of me tonight, I might go mad.
While I'm thinking about this, I don't notice the man stand up, picking up his coffee as well. The couple sitting next to me stands up to leave, and the man ogling me from across the room takes their place. I only notice this once he's already sat down. In my surprise, I accidentally glance at him, my mouth open slightly. Seeing my eyes flick over to him, he smiles, but I turn away again. Real smooth, Olivia.
“ M ademoiselle , you are the loveliest woman I have seen tonight.” Surprised again, I can't help but look to him to be sure if he's talking to me or someone else. Me, lovely? But sure enough, his dark brown eyes are focused solely on me, examining my face with a twinkle of laughter in his eyes.
I nearly stutter out something embarrassing, but remembering that I am playing a character, I straighten my back and lower my voice slightly. “Thank you, monsieur.”
He smiles at me, setting his coffee down on the tiny table beside him. He's wearing a suit, which seems odd for someone just dining in this small cafe. He leans back against a half wall used to separate the grouping of tables while continuing to stare at me. “Are you alone tonight?”
The question catches me off guard. He's so forward! I let my eyes droop as I turn my head before answering. “I am.”
“ I have a reservation for a restaurant, my favorite restaurant in all of Paris. My previous date has decided another man would be more interesting
The lobby is still a bit overwhelming, but it's growing on me. Passing by the woman, I wave as I head out onto the street, hoping there is a restaurant where I can buy dinner somewhere nearby.
Luckily for me, there is a small cafe across the street from my hotel, a cute little building called Chez Mimi. Stepping into the building, I am greeted with ambient lighting. It's nearly packed, but I head to the counter and order a coffee along with a doughnut. Not the most nutritious meal, but it'll tide me over until I can find a larger restaurant. My stomach is growling too loud to permit myself to wait longer.
My eyes wander around the cafe, looking for an empty seat. Ah, there's one. Way in the back, in the corner, there is a single empty chair next to a window. No one seems to be saving it, so I make my way back, my hips swaying slightly as I step and swerve to avoid hitting anyone. The smell of my coffee is making me a bit woozy, and I know if I don't sit soon I may collapse.
The chair has a pretty cushion on it, which makes the seat just comfortable enough. I only have a small table on which to set my things, so my purse is in my lap while I sip my coffee and daintily bite into my doughnut. From the corner of my eye, while taking a small bite, I notice a man staring at me from across the room. At least, I think he's staring at me.
Too embarrassed to look and be sure, I finish my doughnut and continue working on my coffee. Back home, though I'm tough and hardworking, I'm not that great with men. I've dated a few, but even though I'm 24 and my mom reminds me almost every month that she wants grandchildren, I just can't find someone I'm comfortable with.
Even just from the corner of my eye, the stranger is obviously handsome. My heart starts to beat faster with the idea that maybe he really is looking at me. What if he comes to talk to me?
I'm on vacation. I can pretend to be anyone. I decide then and there, that I'm going to pretend to be a real seductress, someone everyone wants. If he doesn't come talk to me, maybe I'll go talk to him. My body is still on fire from my self love in the shower earlier, and I know that if I don't get someone to take care of me tonight, I might go mad.
While I'm thinking about this, I don't notice the man stand up, picking up his coffee as well. The couple sitting next to me stands up to leave, and the man ogling me from across the room takes their place. I only notice this once he's already sat down. In my surprise, I accidentally glance at him, my mouth open slightly. Seeing my eyes flick over to him, he smiles, but I turn away again. Real smooth, Olivia.
“ M ademoiselle , you are the loveliest woman I have seen tonight.” Surprised again, I can't help but look to him to be sure if he's talking to me or someone else. Me, lovely? But sure enough, his dark brown eyes are focused solely on me, examining my face with a twinkle of laughter in his eyes.
I nearly stutter out something embarrassing, but remembering that I am playing a character, I straighten my back and lower my voice slightly. “Thank you, monsieur.”
He smiles at me, setting his coffee down on the tiny table beside him. He's wearing a suit, which seems odd for someone just dining in this small cafe. He leans back against a half wall used to separate the grouping of tables while continuing to stare at me. “Are you alone tonight?”
The question catches me off guard. He's so forward! I let my eyes droop as I turn my head before answering. “I am.”
“ I have a reservation for a restaurant, my favorite restaurant in all of Paris. My previous date has decided another man would be more interesting
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