Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Chase had literally slung me over his shoulder and carried me out after god-only-knows how long we’d been in there.
By mid-day, food packed my stomach until I feared I would burst and Chase yawned with each pedaling of his bike. So I dragged him back to the hotel room to take a nap and promised I would remain with my guard at all times while I explored the city.
Alone with my guards, I visited the Louvre Museum, but only stayed for an hour because I wanted to surprise Chase and bought him a special surprise to get him in the mood.
There’s no way we’re not having sex tonight.
With only one night in Paris, I decided I might as well enjoy myself to the fullest.
That evening, the limo stopped in front of a restaurant Chase had found. He kissed me on my cheek and then squeezed my hand. “Can I see your dress now?”
“No.” I wore a gray coat that fell to my knees. The material was thin so I wouldn’t get hot, but long enough to shield my surprise. “You’re so impatient.”
He touched my coat’s bottom edge. “Although this is a nice coat, I need to see what’s under it.”
“Are you worried I’m dressed unfashionably?” I let the chauffer help me out of the car.
“No.” Chase climbed out after me and pulled me into him so his body pressed against my back. “I love the way clothes fit your body and rather enjoy drooling over the swell of your breasts when they peek out of your low-cut tops.”
“You’ll get to see what’s under it later.”
“How much later?”
“We’ll see.”
He grumbled. “What are you hiding?”
“Nothing special.”
He smirked. “I don’t believe you. How can anything not be special when you’re wearing it?”
“Welcome, madam and monsieur.” The host held the door open for us. “Madam, may I take your coat?”
“No thank you,” I said.
Smiling, Chase crossed his arms over his chest. “Let him take it.”
“No thank you.” I frowned and Chase chuckled to himself.
“I’ll be just a moment.” The host ventured off.
“So you plan on wearing that coat all through dinner?” Chase asked.
“Goodness, surprising you must be hard to do. You’re so curious and controlling.” I turned and checked to see if anyone was around us. “Do you want to see now, impatient man?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation.
I undid the belt and pulled the coat apart enough for him to get a peek. The sheer black bra and panty set I wore left little to the imagination. A satin garter belt hugged my waist. Stockings rose up to my thighs and were bordered with lace. Chase’s name was written on the front of the belt in white gems.
“Satisfied?” I closed the jacket.
Chase stood in a frozen position. He still kept his gaze on my body, even though my coat was shut tight.
“Chase?” I smirked.
He raised his arm and gestured for a waiter to come over.
A tall man with blond curls rushed our way. “Monsieur?”
Leaning over to the waiter, Chase whispered something in the man’s ear, dove his hand in his own jacket, and pulled out a thick clip of money. Chase must have handed him at least five hundred dollars.
A red tint spread across the waiter’s face, but he took the stash anyway. “This way, sir.”
“Come on.” Chase clamped his hand on mine and towed me in the waiter’s direction.
It was hard to keep up with his pace. I cursed myself for wearing the god awful six-inch heels I had on.
Sure they look sexy, but who in their right mind could wear these torturous things all the time?
“Chase, where are we going?”
He glanced over his shoulder at me. His eyes strayed down to my coat.
“Are you going to answer me?” I asked. “Or just stare?”
He grunted and turned back around.
O-Kay.
We arrived in a dark hallway with velvet maroon walls and black carpet. The waiter opened the women’s bathroom and motioned for two ladies to leave immediately. With shocked expressions, they scurried away.
I peered inside. It was a posh and luxurious powder room done in shades of cream. White velvet chairs were in front of a long vanity that extended over half the room. The wall behind the counter was also all mirrors. White carpet covered the floor. Paintings of nude women draped in colorful fabric decorated the walls.
A door was in the corner.
I figured it led to the stalls and sinks.
“Here you go, monsieur.” The waiter positioned himself by the door. “I’ll remain outside until you are . . . done.”
Oh God.
I walked past him and tried not to show the waiter how embarrassed I was.
“You’ve lost your mind,” I said in a low voice.
“Who could blame me when you have nothing but sexy lingerie on for dinner?” Chase tugged me further inside.
The waiter closed the door.
A click sounded as Chase locked it. “You’re lucky I didn’t know that was what you had on in the limo. Now you’ll pay for that.”