Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Souhaitez-vous boire quelque chose ?” the waiter asks.
Thomas’s eyes flick over to meet mine. “What would you like to drink, darling?”
Darling.
If only I could think with fried brain cells. “Umm….” I frown as I open the menu.
“Champagne?” he asks. “We are celebrating.”
We are?
“Sure, why not.” I close the menu.
The waiter leaves us alone and Thomas smiles over at me.
“What?” I smirk.
“I knew you were hot under all that nerdy shit.”
I laugh out loud. “You did not just say that?”
“Yeah I did.”
“Well I’m still a nerd under these clothes.”
“A hot nerd.” He gives me a slow sexy smile. “What lingerie did you wear?”
I feel my face flush. “Thomas.”
He winks playfully and it’s official, Thomas Stone is the master flirt of all time. He really has found his calling with this job.
The waiter pours out a sample of the champagne and Thomas tastes it. “Lovely, thank you.” He then pours us a glass each and leaves us alone.
Thomas holds his glass up. “A toast.”
I hold my glass to his.
“To a once-in-a-lifetime weekend in Paris.” His eyes hold mine and the air crackles between us as we clink our glasses together.
From the very back darkest and deepest corner of my mind something tells me that Thomas has something in mind…but I’m imagining it, I have to be. What would a man like him possibly see in a woman like me?
“So…” I say to change the subject. “Where do you live?”
“Los Angeles.”
“Are you really a doctor?” I frown.
“I am.” He smiles, he takes a sip of his champagne. “You seem surprised.”
“Well.” I shrug. “This is a weird job for someone who studied for six years to be a doctor.”
He shrugs. “I work in ER two days a week so I don’t lose touch, but I do admit to loving this job a whole lot more.”
I sip my drink as I listen intently. “You must….” I hesitate.
“What?”
“Go out with a lot of glamorous women.”
“Yes and no,” he replies.
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“Well, there are two types of women that usually hire someone like me.”
“Which are?”
“Glamorous wealthy businesswomen who don’t want the hassle of dating but need someone to take to events with them.”
I listen intently.
“Or women who are trying to regain their confidence and get back into the dating game.”
I nod as I process his words. “Do you sleep with many of them?”
“Hmm.” He twists his lips. “Some.” He shrugs. “But only if I’m genuinely attracted to them. I’m most definitely not a gigolo who is chugging down the Viagra to get through the night.”
I sip my champagne as I listen.
“So….” He smiles over at me. “When was the last time you were railed?”
I snort my drink up my nose and I cough spectacularly. “What?”
“You know what I mean.” He smiles into his drink.
“No actually, I don’t.”
“Like when was the last time your body was used for pleasure? No romance, no lies, or pretenses… just thoroughly well fucked.”
Used for pleasure.
Something about that sentence does things to me and I feel a rush of arousal begin to flood me down below.
“I….” My brain is fried and I have no words as I imagine what he’s telling me.
“Well?” He sips his drink as he waits for my reply.
“I can’t remember. My marriage was….” I shrug, feeling bad for even thinking it let alone saying it out loud to a stranger.
“What?”
“Our sex life was very….” I sip my champagne and widen my eyes. “For better words…boring.”
“He was a dud in bed?”
“I think we made each other duds in bed.” I shrug. “It wasn’t just his fault; it was mine too.”
He listens. “And he was on with this woman behind your back while you were still married?”
“Yeah, I was away in Hawaii and London a lot looking after big accounts. One time I was in Hawaii and I called him late at night his time and he was in the shower and I distinctly heard a woman’s voice, I could tell by the echo that she was in the bathroom with him.”
“Did you say anything?”
“I did but he said it was a crossed line.” I shrug. ”You know it’s weird, my gut told me something was going on. But I kind of blocked it out and was completely blindsided when it did all come out.” I shrug, embarrassed. “Stupid fool.”
“Don’t blame yourself for this, there is nothing foolish about being in love.”
“I don’t, I just feel so…pathetic.”
“Why?”
“When he got caught and I kicked him out, he didn’t fight for us. He just moved straight in with her.” I frown as I remember how devastating that time in my life was. “It was like we never happened, out with the old and in with the new within a week. It was the weirdest ….” I shrug. “I mean, usually there’s a transition of mourning for a marriage lost. He never regretted it for a day.”