Love in Paris (The Art Models Club Book 4) by Amanda Meadows Page A
Authors: Amanda Meadows
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then.”
“ Hunter, that's not . . .”
“ I'll see you then,” Hunter said. The phone went dead.
Damn! She hadn't meant to scare him like that.
While she was waiting, she finally opened her private e-mail account out of curiosity. She supposed she was going to have to show him the strange photographs Kayla had e-mailed her as well. The last one she had never even opened because it had come on the morning of her kidnapping. Huh! Maybe even Kayla had her limits to what she would do.
Amber debated opening it but then decided she would wait for Hunter. He was already going to be ticked off that she had kept something from him in the first place. And that's when she started to realize that she always needed to be open with him. She thought of the relationship the Webbs had and knew that was the type of relationship she wanted with him. She didn't want to always be hiding things and wondering if things would pop up later.
No more than thirty minutes had passed when Amber got a text from Hunter saying that the car was downstairs and that he was on his way up to escort her down.
She was walking down the corridor with her coat when he strode into the front office like a storm moving through. His face was stern and his eyes were dark.
Chapter 11
The receptionist looked up and gasped in alarm as Hunter exploded through the front doors, creating a loud bang as each door knocked against the protective door stoppers. Ignoring the shocked receptionist, he strode up and grabbed Amber, nearly knocking her over in his impatience to get to her. He ran his hands over her face and down her arms, as though expecting that she might have been injured.
For her part, Amber could only gape at him until he seemed satisfied that she was not in some mortal danger. What the hell? Had he come expecting to find her held hostage again? He was acting as though she might be broken.
Finally, he heaved a sigh of relief and engulfed her in a hug. She felt his heart pounding against her cheek. His whole body trembled in her arms. Okay, he definitely had some issues to work on here!
“Hunter, I'm fine. See?” She tried to release herself from his claustrophobic embrace.
Hunter finally let her go and led her out the doors, speaking to the receptionist in such rapid French that Amber, who was still faithfully studying daily, had absolutely no clue what he said. But he waited until she was tucked into the car before he asked her what was going on.
Amber bit her lips.
“ Um . . .okay, I feel like I'm being overly dramatic. Especially the way that you responded. But I heard something a little while ago and I needed to tell you because I wasn't sure what to do.”
Hunter simply watched her carefully.
“But I . . .um . . .don't want you to be mad about something that might be significant now but . . .I . . .well . . .I felt silly telling you about before.”
Amber felt a little nervous the way Hunter's eyes were darkening. His face looked like a violent storm was gathering. Those beautiful green eyes were flashing like lightning and his lips were in a tight line across his face. The veins in his neck were bulging. She could see that he was struggling to maintain his temper.
“Start at the beginning,” he said at last, his voice even more frightening because of how controlled it was.
For once, Amber didn't hesitate at the order. She watched Hunter's face as she began the story, including overhearing Kayla and her mother plotting in the school building and concluding with the conversation she overheard in the hallway at the office.
When she was done Hunter wanted more details.
“ I'm not clear on how you heard Kayla and her mother at school.”
Amber glared at him.
“I know you're telling the truth. But what are you leaving out?”
Amber sighed. “I was sort of behind the candy machine,” she muttered.
Hunter's eyebrow shot up as he regarded her thoughtfully.
“ Why is it that you hiding behind a candy
“ Hunter, that's not . . .”
“ I'll see you then,” Hunter said. The phone went dead.
Damn! She hadn't meant to scare him like that.
While she was waiting, she finally opened her private e-mail account out of curiosity. She supposed she was going to have to show him the strange photographs Kayla had e-mailed her as well. The last one she had never even opened because it had come on the morning of her kidnapping. Huh! Maybe even Kayla had her limits to what she would do.
Amber debated opening it but then decided she would wait for Hunter. He was already going to be ticked off that she had kept something from him in the first place. And that's when she started to realize that she always needed to be open with him. She thought of the relationship the Webbs had and knew that was the type of relationship she wanted with him. She didn't want to always be hiding things and wondering if things would pop up later.
No more than thirty minutes had passed when Amber got a text from Hunter saying that the car was downstairs and that he was on his way up to escort her down.
She was walking down the corridor with her coat when he strode into the front office like a storm moving through. His face was stern and his eyes were dark.
Chapter 11
The receptionist looked up and gasped in alarm as Hunter exploded through the front doors, creating a loud bang as each door knocked against the protective door stoppers. Ignoring the shocked receptionist, he strode up and grabbed Amber, nearly knocking her over in his impatience to get to her. He ran his hands over her face and down her arms, as though expecting that she might have been injured.
For her part, Amber could only gape at him until he seemed satisfied that she was not in some mortal danger. What the hell? Had he come expecting to find her held hostage again? He was acting as though she might be broken.
Finally, he heaved a sigh of relief and engulfed her in a hug. She felt his heart pounding against her cheek. His whole body trembled in her arms. Okay, he definitely had some issues to work on here!
“Hunter, I'm fine. See?” She tried to release herself from his claustrophobic embrace.
Hunter finally let her go and led her out the doors, speaking to the receptionist in such rapid French that Amber, who was still faithfully studying daily, had absolutely no clue what he said. But he waited until she was tucked into the car before he asked her what was going on.
Amber bit her lips.
“ Um . . .okay, I feel like I'm being overly dramatic. Especially the way that you responded. But I heard something a little while ago and I needed to tell you because I wasn't sure what to do.”
Hunter simply watched her carefully.
“But I . . .um . . .don't want you to be mad about something that might be significant now but . . .I . . .well . . .I felt silly telling you about before.”
Amber felt a little nervous the way Hunter's eyes were darkening. His face looked like a violent storm was gathering. Those beautiful green eyes were flashing like lightning and his lips were in a tight line across his face. The veins in his neck were bulging. She could see that he was struggling to maintain his temper.
“Start at the beginning,” he said at last, his voice even more frightening because of how controlled it was.
For once, Amber didn't hesitate at the order. She watched Hunter's face as she began the story, including overhearing Kayla and her mother plotting in the school building and concluding with the conversation she overheard in the hallway at the office.
When she was done Hunter wanted more details.
“ I'm not clear on how you heard Kayla and her mother at school.”
Amber glared at him.
“I know you're telling the truth. But what are you leaving out?”
Amber sighed. “I was sort of behind the candy machine,” she muttered.
Hunter's eyebrow shot up as he regarded her thoughtfully.
“ Why is it that you hiding behind a candy
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