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“That was intense. I think I passed out briefly. I’m still seeing stars,” I say with feeling as Lex collapses on top of me.

“We’re only getting started,” he whispers in my ear. Something tells me he means it.

Chapter 15 - Nic

I wake up several hours later with the sunlight streaming in through the large French windows. The room seems unfamiliar to me. When I see Lex sitting up next to me in bed tapping away on his iPhone, I give a sudden squeal. The memory of our lovemaking comes flooding back to me. Lex was true to his word. He was only just getting started the first time we made love. I have lost count of the number of orgasms I’ve had. We made love so many times, I didn’t even know it was physiologically possible. He has such remarkable stamina. I didn’t know men recovered in seconds! Color flushes all over my neck and face as scenes from the morning flash across my mind. I was wanton. I was bold. I was naughty. I was everything I didn’t ever dream I could be.

“Good afternoon, beautiful,” Lex says with a sexy smile.

“What time is it?” My voice comes out in a croak as I turn around to look at the clock on the bedside table. I yelp and sit up, forgetting I am naked.

“It’s twelve-thirty! Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Relax! You don’t have to be anywhere! You don’t have to do anything! Unless…” he leaves the sentence unfinished, ogling my naked breasts.

“You stay away from me, buster,” I say, jumping out of the bed with the sheets draped around me. “The last time you had that look, you… me… well… you know what I mean!” I huff as my color deepens. There’s that dangerous gleam in his eyes again. I lick my lips nervously. His gaze drops down to my lips.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I announce, practically running in the direction of the bathroom. Lex’s rich chuckle follows me. The bathroom is as big as my whole apartment! There is a quaint ceramic tub propped against one wall. The large rectangular mirror on the wall over the two separate sinks is framed in gold. Even the bathroom fixtures are plated in real gold! This is luxury beyond my wildest imagination.

Sudden hot tears prick the back of my eyes when I realize that Lex did this for me. In the early hours of the morning when we had finished making love for the fifth or the sixth time, he told me that he had wanted our first time to be perfect. That’s why he planned this whole trip. But I couldn’t care less if we had made love in the back of a car like horny teenagers or even in a broken old shed. It would have been perfect no matter where we were, because it was Lex. But I didn’t share any of my thoughts with him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to reciprocate my feelings.

I am in love with Lex.

I can’t even begin to describe how I felt when we made love for the first time. I know it doesn’t make sense, but I felt complete. I felt as if I had found a part of me that I didn’t even know had been missing. But I pushed all those feelings away then, and I am pushing away all these overwhelming emotions away now. I know my time with Lex is limited. I am determined to enjoy it.

I forgo the temptation to soak in the bath, take a quick shower, wrap myself up in one of the luxurious robes, and step out of the bathroom. I see Lex standing in the little terrace attached to the bedroom.

When I join him outside, I am mesmerized by the gorgeous view of Paris! I can prominently see the American Cathedral and the Eiffel Tower from here. The air smells crisp and fresh. It is a clear, sunny day. Breakfast, if you can call it that, is laid out on the table. There’s coffee, an assortment of pastries, several varieties of cut fresh fruit, and freshly squeezed orange juice.

“What are our plans for the day?” I ask Lex brightly.

“Whatever you want. We can stay in,” he says with a slow wink, “or we can head out.”

“Head out. Definitely head out. I don’t think I will be able to walk for days if we continue to stay in,” I say with a slight blush. I am determined to keep it lighthearted and friendly.

“As you wish, my lady,” he says, bowing over my hand, making me smile. “I’ll order a limo for us.”

“How about we just walk?”

And that’s what we do.

We walk along the Champs-Elysées, pausing at the shop windows, occasionally taking a stroll inside one of the quaint little shops. We walk along the Seine, enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon sunshine on our faces. We cross over Pont-Neuf to reach the Ile de la Cite. I marvel at the beautiful architecture of the Notre Dame. Lex talks me into taking a boat ride on the Seine. As we sit holding hands in the boat, watching beautiful old buildings pass by, feeling the cool evening breeze on our faces, I cannot help thinking that to the casual observer, we might come across as a couple of lovebirds. If only that were true.

As the sun begins to set, we hop into a cab. Lex says he had planned for us to visit the Eiffel Tower. A thrill of pleasure runs down my spine. I had no idea he had planned something like this in advance!

We reach the Eiffel Tower and take the elevator to the very top. We decide to stop on the first and second floors on our way down. It is a magical feeling to be up here. I understand why they call Paris the City of Lights, as thousands of lights twinkle below us for miles and miles. There’s a bite in the air, and I curse myself for not carrying a jacket, rubbing my bare arms. The summer dress with thin shoulder straps seemed adequate enough in the warm afternoon sun. It is anything but adequate now.

“You’re cold,” Lex says, observing the goose bumps on my arms. “Come here,” he says, opening up his arms. I step into them without hesitation. Immediately, I am engulfed by the warmth of his body. Just being held by him feels incredibly nice.

Gently, he lifts my chin and kisses me tenderly. Tears prick the back of my eyes. I am in love with him, but I can never, ever have him. Sniffling away my tears discreetly, I break our kiss and put my arms around his waist. When I rest my head on his shoulder, he presses a kiss to my temple. I am tempted to declare my feelings for him right there, but I know how it will end.

After a tour of Gustave Eiffel’s apartment which I didn’t even know existed, we make our way down to the second floor, where apparently we are having our dinner. I push all melancholy thoughts aside and remind myself of my promise to make the most of my time here in Paris with Lex.

“I can’t believe we are actually dining in a restaurant on the Eiffel Tower! It feels like a dream! A magical adventure!” I exclaim as Lex leads me to our table at a Michelin Star restaurant.

“You know what would be truly adventurous?” he says with a naughty gleam in his eyes.

“What?” I ask warily.

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