Page 36 of Frenched (Frenched 1)
He rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Mia. Don’t tell me any more. It just gets worse.”
“He had only two positions he liked. I called them the Approved Positions.” I was laughing now. “But not to his face, of course.”
Lucas groaned and grabbed a pillow, which he folded over his head. “I can’t hear you.”
I grabbed it and held it to my chest. “I’m only trying to emphasize that tonight has been amazing for many reasons.” I batted my lashes. “Three in particular.”
Lucas smiled too. “Good. There’s more where those came from. But you must be exhausted. Do you want to stay over or do you want me to take you back to your hotel?”
I sighed. “Thanks, but I should go back. You don’t have to take me. I can get a cab.”
“No, I’ll take you.” He swung his feet to the floor. “And don’t even argue with me, princess. Or you won’t get reasons four, five, and six tomorrow.”
My jaw dropped. “God, I love Paris.”
His crooked smile appeared over his shoulder. “You mentioned that.”
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Lucas rode with me in the cab back to the hotel, even though I told him it wasn’t necessary. He even asked the driver to wait while he walked me in. We said goodbye at the elevator, and I had to giggle inwardly at his messy hair, disheveled clothing, and kiss-swollen lips. But I knew I looked the same way.
And I didn’t care.
He kissed me softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Get some rest, and call me when you wake up.”
“OK.” I had his cell phone number written on a scrap of paper in my purse. “See you then. I had a great day. Thanks for—” I lifted my shoulders. How the hell did you thank someone for everything that Lucas had done for me today?
But before I could finish, he put two fingers over my lips. “Stop. It was my pleasure.”
The elevator doors opened behind me and I backed in, unable to keep from smiling at Lucas, who stood there with his hands in his pockets as the doors closed. The elevator ascended quickly, matching the swooping feeling inside me when I thought about the night I’d just experienced. I brought a hand to my mouth and laughed out loud.
Good thing I was alone in the elevator.
I walked down the hall to my room in a goofy-grin daze, exhausted but happy. So happy.
So happy I couldn’t resist skipping a little before I got to my door.
So happy I couldn’t stop smiling as I undressed and hung up my wrinkled blouse.
So happy I twirled my way from the bathroom to the bed after removing my makeup and brushing my teeth.
And then I lay there between the cool sheets, sighing blissfully. Tomorrow maybe I’d analyze my feelings or wonder if my behavior had been wise or examine my reasons for sleeping with a man I met yesterday. But for now, I was just going to bask in the glow.
5 Reasons I Fucking Love Paris
1) Lucas
2) Lucas
3) Lucas
4) Lucas
5) Lucas
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I woke up around ten and picked up the phone on the nightstand, following the instructions to make an international call. It was probably unforgivable to wake Coco at four AM her time to discuss orgasms but I had to talk to somebody. I had to hear someone tell me I wasn’t crazy or slutty or both.
