I wanted to run up and ask for her autograph, I was that excited to see her. I had always admired her sense of style and tonight she had outdone herself; she looked poised and confident. Elegant.
Alain gently pulled me toward the entrance. He grinned at my stunned expression. “Want to meet her?” he asked, as he noticed the flush of excitement on my cheeks.
“Wow, really?” I asked, star-struck. Alain just laughed, pulling me along in her direction.
“You look lovely, Eva.” He addressed her as if he was an old friend. “This is Rebecca Clarke. Like me, she is a huge fan,” he chuckled. Eva gracefully extended her hand and smiled at me. I instantly liked her. Her smile was genuine and reached her beautiful brown eyes.
“Hello, Eva. I’m a huge fan of yours.” Her handshake was warm and sincere.
“Nice to meet you, Rebecca” she said. Just then flashes went off like crazy as Eva put her arm around my waist. Photographed standing between her and Alain, I had the most ridiculous grin on my face.
The evening was absolutely divine. I was in awe of Alain as he confidently worked the room. It was clear he was one of France’s most eligible bachelors, but also an astute business man.
Chloe believed that Google was God; she could find dirt on anyone. I’d sent her a text asking her to research Alain. After all, I needed to know what I was getting myself in to. Chloe did not disappoint me. She’d sent me links about Alain’s life–both his business and love life.
From what I’d read, Alain was not easy to pin down. He seldom spent more than a few days with the same woman. Apparently he was never seen twice with the same beauty on his arm at a special event.
How the hell did I get so lucky?
Not only was I a guest at his villa, he was proudly introduced me as his ‘special lady friend’ to some of the world’s most famous beautiful people.
After dinner, we attended the main premiere show. Alain held my hand throughout the screening, often bringing my fingers to his lips, kissing them tenderly. Relief washed over me that he was behaving himself in public this evening.
At the end of the show, we applauded with the rest of the crowd and made our way out of the theater.
“Alain,” a voice called from behind. It was the director of the movie we’d just watched. After a few pleasantries, he invited us back for drinks.
“Do you mind if we pass on this?” Alain looked at me with hooded eyes, waiting for my response. “I want to get back home where it’s just the two of us.” He leaned closer to whisper in my ear. “As beautiful as you look in that dress, I can’t wait to get you out of it.”
He kissed the sensitive skin beneath my ear, sending a tingle down my spine straight to my groin.
Speechless, I nodded my head. I think I did, anyway. I was too lost for words by this point. This man…
T onight’s the night.
Chapter 28
A welcoming glow from the fireplace warmed the lounge room. Alain removed his jacket from my shoulders. I curled into the deep couch, watching Alain as he poured two glasses of Remy Martin. He swirled the amber liquid before sniffing it, his nostrils flaring. A flashback of our encounter in the limo sent a warm glow to my cheeks. What did he have in mind tonight?
This time he held my glass to me, staring into my eyes as we clinked glasses. “To us.” His eyes were intense, his expression serious.
“To us,” I whispered, and took a sip from the glass, waiting. My heart beat so hard I was afraid Alain would hear it.
“Alone at last,” Alain sighed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting all evening for this moment.” He closed the distance between us and took my glass from me, setting both on the mantle.
“You’re beautiful.” The flicker in his eyes reflected the flames from the fire.
He dipped his head to kiss me gently on the lips, cupping my face in both his slender hands. His hands trailed lower, warm on my skin as they slipped beneath the
Alain gently pulled me toward the entrance. He grinned at my stunned expression. “Want to meet her?” he asked, as he noticed the flush of excitement on my cheeks.
“Wow, really?” I asked, star-struck. Alain just laughed, pulling me along in her direction.
“You look lovely, Eva.” He addressed her as if he was an old friend. “This is Rebecca Clarke. Like me, she is a huge fan,” he chuckled. Eva gracefully extended her hand and smiled at me. I instantly liked her. Her smile was genuine and reached her beautiful brown eyes.
“Hello, Eva. I’m a huge fan of yours.” Her handshake was warm and sincere.
“Nice to meet you, Rebecca” she said. Just then flashes went off like crazy as Eva put her arm around my waist. Photographed standing between her and Alain, I had the most ridiculous grin on my face.
The evening was absolutely divine. I was in awe of Alain as he confidently worked the room. It was clear he was one of France’s most eligible bachelors, but also an astute business man.
Chloe believed that Google was God; she could find dirt on anyone. I’d sent her a text asking her to research Alain. After all, I needed to know what I was getting myself in to. Chloe did not disappoint me. She’d sent me links about Alain’s life–both his business and love life.
From what I’d read, Alain was not easy to pin down. He seldom spent more than a few days with the same woman. Apparently he was never seen twice with the same beauty on his arm at a special event.
How the hell did I get so lucky?
Not only was I a guest at his villa, he was proudly introduced me as his ‘special lady friend’ to some of the world’s most famous beautiful people.
After dinner, we attended the main premiere show. Alain held my hand throughout the screening, often bringing my fingers to his lips, kissing them tenderly. Relief washed over me that he was behaving himself in public this evening.
At the end of the show, we applauded with the rest of the crowd and made our way out of the theater.
“Alain,” a voice called from behind. It was the director of the movie we’d just watched. After a few pleasantries, he invited us back for drinks.
“Do you mind if we pass on this?” Alain looked at me with hooded eyes, waiting for my response. “I want to get back home where it’s just the two of us.” He leaned closer to whisper in my ear. “As beautiful as you look in that dress, I can’t wait to get you out of it.”
He kissed the sensitive skin beneath my ear, sending a tingle down my spine straight to my groin.
Speechless, I nodded my head. I think I did, anyway. I was too lost for words by this point. This man…
T onight’s the night.
Chapter 28
A welcoming glow from the fireplace warmed the lounge room. Alain removed his jacket from my shoulders. I curled into the deep couch, watching Alain as he poured two glasses of Remy Martin. He swirled the amber liquid before sniffing it, his nostrils flaring. A flashback of our encounter in the limo sent a warm glow to my cheeks. What did he have in mind tonight?
This time he held my glass to me, staring into my eyes as we clinked glasses. “To us.” His eyes were intense, his expression serious.
“To us,” I whispered, and took a sip from the glass, waiting. My heart beat so hard I was afraid Alain would hear it.
“Alone at last,” Alain sighed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting all evening for this moment.” He closed the distance between us and took my glass from me, setting both on the mantle.
“You’re beautiful.” The flicker in his eyes reflected the flames from the fire.
He dipped his head to kiss me gently on the lips, cupping my face in both his slender hands. His hands trailed lower, warm on my skin as they slipped beneath the
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