Breaking Love Full Hearts 2 by Mj Summers Page B

for her phone unsuccessfully.
    “He took you to the Louvre, then the Eiffel Tower, no?”
    “Yes.” Megan flinched in surprise.
    “I’m guessing he took you for a private dinner on a yacht, on the Seine?”
    “Yes,” Megan replied, suddenly feeling nauseous.
    “That is what he does. Always the same. The Louvre, the tower and, if the woman is a real challenge, the yacht. You must have been the toughest of challenges to end up back here. Most women give in on the boat.”
    Simone sucked on her cigarette before continuing. “He is both a romantic and a predator—like most men, maybe, but smarter about it. He sees something he wants and knows exactly how to get it. Don’t think too poorly of him, though. He really believes he is doing women a service. Taking them out of their dull lives and into something exciting and romantic for a short time. He likes to send them home feeling sexy.”
    Megan felt numb as she listened to Simone talk. Her voice came out as almost a whisper. “I should go, Simone. Where’s my phone?”
    “I have upset you. I only tell you this to help you. I hope you can see that?” Simone tried to look concerned as she got up to get Megan’s phone.
    “Yes, of course. Thank you,” Megan said, feeling confused and unsure if she should be thanking Simone or slapping her smug face. She stood up and took her phone back.
    “I’ll tell him you were here,” Simone said as they walked to the elevator together.
    “No, please don’t. I didn’t intend to see him again anyway.” Megan managed a weak smile as she looked at Simone, trying to gage her reaction. She pushed the button to call the elevator.
    “I’ll keep it our little secret. No point in him knowing you came back for more. He’s out with another woman today, anyway. She is French, so he’ll have to use a different game.”
    Her words dug into Megan like talons. Megan willed the elevator to arrive before she had to hear any more. Finally the doors opened and she could escape. She pushed the button and gave Simone a little nod and a weak smile.
    “Enjoy the rest of your trip, Megan. I will be here waiting for the repairman to finish.” She rolled her eyes as the doors closed.
    Megan tried to blink back tears as she rode down. Her worst nightmare at that moment would be for Luc to be there when she got to the main floor. Please don’t be here, please don’t be here , she begged silently.
    As the doors opened onto the main floor, she was filled with a temporary relief at finding the lobby empty. She quickly rushed out of the building and into the cold rain that had started to fall. She walked briskly down the street, not thinking about where she was going.
    She had been used, and that awful woman had just delighted in filling her in on what an idiot she was. Simone’s words burned a hole through Megan’s heart: an easy thing . . . he is a predator . . . most women give in on the boat. . . .
    Everything he had said was a lie. This was just a game he played to fuck as many women as he could. He didn’t want to take care of her or show her his city. Her mind raced through the day before and all the time they had spent together at the museum and the Eiffel Tower and dinner. He had seemed so sincere and tender. All that stuff about art and his mother. How could all of that have just been a regular routine for him? How was that possible? Maybe Simone was lying to her. But if that was the case, how could Simone know where Luc had taken her? Was that why he had brought Harper and her back to the hotel two nights earlier? Was it all just to get her into bed? Was it all really that calculated?
    She walked for several blocks before realizing she had no idea where she was. Stopping to look around, she tried to find a cab. She was no longer on a main street, so she would have to find her way back to a main road to get a cab. She suddenly felt completely alone. She was lost in Paris, it was freezing and raining, and she had been used.