Page 301 of Billionaire Temptations

“I know, but damn, you looked good running away in that dress. By the way, Terrance dropped off the dress.”

“Good. I’m sorry you have to drag that all the way to New York.”

“It’s not a problem, my dear. I’ll ensure I have everything ready for you when you arrive.”

“Thanks, Franco. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I ended the call and changed my clothes for dinner. As tired as I was, my belly wouldn’t stop growling. I headed over to L’Oiseau Blanc up on the rooftop, and when I arrived, they were packed.

“Bonjour. May I help you?” a cute blonde hostess asked.

“I was hoping to get a table for dinner.”

“Do you have a reservation?”

“No. I just flew in.”

“I’m so sorry, but we are completely booked, and as you can see, we’re full.”

“She’s with me.” The handsome man from behind smiled.

“Oh, look. I’m with him.” I grinned at the hostess.

He held out his arm and led me to his table, where he graciously pulled a chair out for me.

“Thank you. How did you know I was over there?” I asked.

“I was on my way back from the restroom, and I saw you. I also heard the hostess tell you the restaurant is full, so I took it upon myself to invite you to sit with me.” He smiled.

“Wow. First, you invited me to stay in your suite and now dinner. Either you’re a one-in-a-million gentleman or trying to get me into bed.”

“I won’t lie. My bed would be a lot warmer with you in it.” He winked.

I gulped as my belly fluttered, and an overwhelming sensation hit me down below. Shit. This man was intense.

“Wine?” he asked as he held up the bottle that was sitting on the table.

“Oh God, no.” I quickly grabbed the glass before he could pour it. “If you don’t mind, I’d like a neat martini.”

“Of course.” He signaled for our waitress. “So what is a beautiful woman like yourself doing in Paris alone?”

“How do you know I’m alone?” I playfully smirked as the waitress delivered my martini.

“Well, you were entering your room alone and said YOU just flew in. All that led me to believe you’re here alone.”

I sighed as I took a sip of my drink.

“I am here alone, and before I get into the gory personal details of why, I really should know your name. I don’t like airing my dirty laundry to total strangers.”

“I’m Westin, but you can call me Wes.” He extended his hand across the table.

“And I’m Anna. You can call me Anna. Not Ann or Annie. Just Anna.” I placed my hand in his and felt a thousand volts of electricity run through me.

Damn.

“So, Anna, now that we’re not strangers anymore, feel free to air your dirty laundry.” A smirk crossed his lips.

“I’m on my honeymoon.” I finished off my drink.

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