Paris Was The Place I Met My Billionaire Lover (My Sweet Billionaire Love Story Series) by Kiera Zane Page B
Authors: Kiera Zane
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the one guiding the conversation, and guiding her future; for once.
“I’ll let you know what my plans are as I make them,” Caitlyn said, her own voice taking on the brassy intonation of confidence and control. “Until then you may want to get a refund on that red-eye.” Without waiting for an answer, she clicked the phone shut and slid it back into her purse.
She stepped toward Julien with a new sensation, like a new person; stepping into a new future, a new life, leaving the old life behind.
Julien wrapped his arms around her, clearly pleased as she pressed her body against his and her lips against his, tongues re-engaged in a friendly dance, a happy reunion. After their moist disengagement, Julien said, “And I thought that was bad news.”
“On the contrary, good sir,” Caitlyn said, kissing him again. Afterward, she added, “Now, we were talking about my future...”
* * *
“Unbelievable,” Harrison said as he poured himself a Remy Martin, not even bothering to swirl it around the snifter before taking a big, fiery gulp of the dark brown brandy. “I can’t imagine what’s gotten into her.”
Sabrina looked up from her tea, her legs folded under her in her easy chair. She raised her brows, blew into her tea cup and said nothing.
“I’ll bet she found a boyfriend,” Robbie said, poking his head into the room. He stepped in to the room and turned around, saying, “and she’s all...” before wrapping his arms across his chest so that his hands appeared to be the hands of a lover, stroking his/her back as they kissed. He groaned and mimicked exaggerated sounds of kissing and moaning while stifling his own chuckles.
“Good night, kid,” Harrison said with an impatient growl.
“Night, Robbie,” Sabrina said as Robbie shrugs, turned with sagging shoulders and shuffled out of the room.
“Night.”
Left alone, the adults conferred. “I’m getting on the next plane,” Harrison said, already stepping toward the phone.
“And do what, follow the clues through the streets of Paris? I love you, Harrison, but Liam Neeson you’re not.”
Harrison had to chuckle, in spite of himself. He nodded, saying, “You’re right, baby, as always. But there are people I can call, professionals -- ”
“Who will spy on your daughter against her wishes or, worse, kidnap her back to the States.”
“Precisely,” Harrison said, picking up the phone. “Glad we’re on the same page.”
“No, Harrison, we’re not.” Sabrina stepped slowly toward him, carefully taking the phone from his hand and setting it down. “But let’s turn this page together anyway, shall we?”
Harrison sagged a bit, but his posture was so rigid and uptight that it was hardly noticeable. Sabrina added, “She’s a bright and capable young woman.”
“She’s a liar and a thief,” Harrison said. “I can’t believe I raised such a person!”
“That’s because you didn’t,” Sabrina forced a little reassuring smile. She set her hand gently on his chest. “She lied, yes; and since she lied I guess you could say that she took the trip dishonestly -- ”
“Stole it -- ”
“No, Harrison, you gave it to her; and you’ll give her a lot more. Because you’re her father, and it’s your job to provide for her.”
Harrison stepped away, barely clinging to his anger; confusion pushing his offense to the corners of his mind. “It’s my job to protect her!”
“No. It’s your job to teach her how to protect herself, and to learn how to stop protecting her, Harrison, to let her learn to protect herself.”
“But not there,” he said, his voice louder, more impatient, more desperate and afraid. “Not now, not this way!”
To counter his increasing agitation, Sabrina’s voice was deliberately calm and smooth, serene, her smile shaping her tone. “True, this isn’t the way we’d have chosen, but this is the way it happened. And really, given any set of
“I’ll let you know what my plans are as I make them,” Caitlyn said, her own voice taking on the brassy intonation of confidence and control. “Until then you may want to get a refund on that red-eye.” Without waiting for an answer, she clicked the phone shut and slid it back into her purse.
She stepped toward Julien with a new sensation, like a new person; stepping into a new future, a new life, leaving the old life behind.
Julien wrapped his arms around her, clearly pleased as she pressed her body against his and her lips against his, tongues re-engaged in a friendly dance, a happy reunion. After their moist disengagement, Julien said, “And I thought that was bad news.”
“On the contrary, good sir,” Caitlyn said, kissing him again. Afterward, she added, “Now, we were talking about my future...”
* * *
“Unbelievable,” Harrison said as he poured himself a Remy Martin, not even bothering to swirl it around the snifter before taking a big, fiery gulp of the dark brown brandy. “I can’t imagine what’s gotten into her.”
Sabrina looked up from her tea, her legs folded under her in her easy chair. She raised her brows, blew into her tea cup and said nothing.
“I’ll bet she found a boyfriend,” Robbie said, poking his head into the room. He stepped in to the room and turned around, saying, “and she’s all...” before wrapping his arms across his chest so that his hands appeared to be the hands of a lover, stroking his/her back as they kissed. He groaned and mimicked exaggerated sounds of kissing and moaning while stifling his own chuckles.
“Good night, kid,” Harrison said with an impatient growl.
“Night, Robbie,” Sabrina said as Robbie shrugs, turned with sagging shoulders and shuffled out of the room.
“Night.”
Left alone, the adults conferred. “I’m getting on the next plane,” Harrison said, already stepping toward the phone.
“And do what, follow the clues through the streets of Paris? I love you, Harrison, but Liam Neeson you’re not.”
Harrison had to chuckle, in spite of himself. He nodded, saying, “You’re right, baby, as always. But there are people I can call, professionals -- ”
“Who will spy on your daughter against her wishes or, worse, kidnap her back to the States.”
“Precisely,” Harrison said, picking up the phone. “Glad we’re on the same page.”
“No, Harrison, we’re not.” Sabrina stepped slowly toward him, carefully taking the phone from his hand and setting it down. “But let’s turn this page together anyway, shall we?”
Harrison sagged a bit, but his posture was so rigid and uptight that it was hardly noticeable. Sabrina added, “She’s a bright and capable young woman.”
“She’s a liar and a thief,” Harrison said. “I can’t believe I raised such a person!”
“That’s because you didn’t,” Sabrina forced a little reassuring smile. She set her hand gently on his chest. “She lied, yes; and since she lied I guess you could say that she took the trip dishonestly -- ”
“Stole it -- ”
“No, Harrison, you gave it to her; and you’ll give her a lot more. Because you’re her father, and it’s your job to provide for her.”
Harrison stepped away, barely clinging to his anger; confusion pushing his offense to the corners of his mind. “It’s my job to protect her!”
“No. It’s your job to teach her how to protect herself, and to learn how to stop protecting her, Harrison, to let her learn to protect herself.”
“But not there,” he said, his voice louder, more impatient, more desperate and afraid. “Not now, not this way!”
To counter his increasing agitation, Sabrina’s voice was deliberately calm and smooth, serene, her smile shaping her tone. “True, this isn’t the way we’d have chosen, but this is the way it happened. And really, given any set of
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