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)
Chapter 20
Highly Upset
No longer on the plane, I woke up to luxury.
This is what Cinderella must have felt like the morning after her wedding.
I sat up in the middle of the softest bed in the history of mankind. Even my behind purred with pleasure. Pillows surrounded my body. Several feet in front of me, a sort of study done in dark red and walnut stood before me.
On one side was a white loveseat. A rich walnut coffee table was in the middle next to two white chairs.
A chandelier of crystals shaped as tear-dropped candles hovered over the scene.
Holy cow! Where am I?
In my part of the room, where I lay in bed, beige walls were done in some decadent print I couldn’t name. Even the bed’s headboard boasted a silky fabric and was bordered with a gold carving that extended two feet high. Silver lamps decorated the wall. If I had mimicked this exact design it would have been a gaudy mess, but in this hotel room it spoke of great wealth and sophistication.
“Chase?” I searched the space with my eyes, but was pretty certain I was alone. No noise sounded from the bathroom.
The lights had been switched to dim as if he hadn’t wanted to disturb me while he left. I slid off the bed and decided to check out the room some more.
Each step to the bathroom was a sensual experience for my bare feet. The carpet’s fabric slipped against my skin. I gasped when I entered the bathroom.
This is unreal. I should take a picture of this!
Gold faucets jutted from a massive marble tub. Pink towels hung on the rack. Their embroidered lettering said, “Ritz Paris.”
Well. This is not the Motel 6.
“Oh my God.” I almost swooned. “We’re at the Ritz in Paris!”
When did we land? How did he get me in here without waking me up? And where the hell is he now?
Shrieking, I raced out of the bathroom, then down a few steps, past another room with a glass display full of an elegant outfit, rushed to the front door, and opened it.
A woman in a black maid’s uniform with a crisp white collar and apron stood outside. “Can I help you?”
A thick accent clung to each word.
She’s French!
I shrieked with glee.
The maid jerked back.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” I scanned the immaculate hall and turned around. On my door, gold cursive lettering stated, “Suite Coco Chanel.”
“Oh my God!” I jumped up and down, slamming the door and running back into my room.
I’m taking pictures of everything. Vivian won’t believe this.
Vivian was a huge fan of fashion designers and considered fashion a type of art to be treasured and drooled over. I spotted small steps to a windowed door, opened it, and stepped onto a small balcony.
A gentle breeze tickled my cheeks.
Good God!
In awe, I drank in Paris.
We were in the center of everything. A massive public square was laid out in front of me, one I’d seen in movies and TV shows about Paris, but couldn’t remember the name of. Stone buildings outlined a huge statue that stood in the center. Cars drove by the statue. People walked all over.
French people!
I waved at everyone like a crazy woman, but no one waved back.
“Jasmine!” Chase yelled.
I left the balcony and skipped to where I thought his voice came from. It took a few minutes to maneuver my way around the massive space. Once I found him, I spotted two servants following him. Several bags filled their arms. A buffet of yummy aromas drifted from those bags.
Chase was dressed in charcoal gray pants and a white shirt.
“Good morning.” His lips twisted into a sort of half-smile. He reminded me of a mischievous kid on a cartoon, just caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.
“Good morning.” I battled with myself not to display a giddy grin, but it burst free on my face anyway.
God, I must look like a little kid.
I giggled. “This is . . . I can’t believe you did this. The Chanel suite? Are you serious? When you said we were going to Paris, I thought it would be a decent hotel, but not this.”
“Are you happy?”
“Yes.” A giddy laugh burst from my lips.
“Any regrets?”
“No.” My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
He stepped toward me. “Then give me three months instead of one.”
Damn. He’s good.
“I’ll think about it.”
“What’s to think about?” He flashed a wicked grin.
“Chase,” I whispered.
The servants pulled out all types of food and placed them on plates. Most of the items I didn’t even recognize, besides some of the breads and cheeses.
“What’s this?” I went closer to the table.
“Breakfast.” He clasped his hand in mine and towed me away from the table and closer to him. “Answer my question. What do you have to think about?”
I sighed.
“Give me three months.” Those green eyes focused on me. A relentless man showed behind them.