Page 302 of Billionaire Temptations

He sat across the table and studied me, slowly narrowing his eyes.

“You’re on your honeymoon alone?”

“Yes. I’ll have another neat martini.” I held up my glass. “I’m a really bad person, Wes. In fact, you probably don’t even want to associate with me. I got halfway down the aisle, looked at him, turned around, ran as fast as I could, climbed into the limo parked outside the hotel, and had the driver take me to the airport.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” His brow arched.

“I’m afraid so.” I slowly nodded.

“Why?”

“It’s a long and complicated story that I don’t want to bore you with. So the shortened version is that my father wanted me to marry him, and I just couldn’t do it.”

“I see. Were you not in love with the poor guy you left standing at the altar?”

“No. I wasn’t, and I wasn’t happy. Like I said, it’s a long, boring, and complicated story. I really don’t want to waste our dinner time talking about it. I’m a bad person and I’m sure karma will get me big time for what I did.”

“Don’t be hard on yourself, Anna. You had to do what was best for you. Have you spoken to him at all since you ran away?”

“No. But my father has been blowing up my phone, and I haven’t answered him yet.”

“Don’t you think you should? I’m sure he’s worried sick about you.”

“I will.” I lightly smiled. “On my own time. This isn’t new to him, so I can guarantee you that he’s not worried. More pissed off is like it.”

“Am I to assume you’ve done this sort of thing before?”

“Ditch a man at the altar?” I laughed. “No, but I’m a little on the defiant side. So, on to you. I’m assuming you’re here on business since you’re staying in this hotel by yourself?”

“I am. In fact, I catch a flight home tomorrow.”

“And where’s that? Wait.” I put up my hand. “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. This will be a memory for me.”

“And what memory is that?” The corners of his mouth curved upwards before taking a sip of his drink.

“Meeting a nice man I know nothing about in Paris who offered me to stay in his suite and have dinner with him when I couldn’t get a table.”

He let out a chuckle.

“Okay, then. The same goes for me. You are the nice woman I met who left her fiancé at the altar, flew to Paris alone for her honeymoon, and was kind enough to let me buy her dinner.” He gave me a wink, and I tightened my legs.

Chapter Three

Wes

This woman was stunningly beautiful. Her brown hair was long and flowed in waves over her shoulders. You could see her bright blue eyes from across the room and her bright smile. The one thing I noticed earlier while I stood talking to her in the hallway was her five-foot-seven stature and lean body. A body that was beautifully clothed. I could only imagine what it truly looked like naked. My imagination ran wild as my cock started to rise. With any luck, maybe she’d come back to my room for the night. I could make her forget about what she had done to her ex-fiancé, at least for one night.

We made small talk about Paris. It was best we didn’t know anything about each other. Why make things complicated? After we finished off a few drinks and our dinner, I paid the bill and escorted her out of the restaurant. We took the elevator up to the sixth floor, and I walked her to her room.

“Thank you for dinner. That was sweet of you.” She smiled as we stood outside her door.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for keeping me company. How about one more drink before we call it a night? I have a bottle ofchampagne in my room that has yet to be opened.” I smiled as I lightly took hold of her hand.

“I think one more drink would be nice. After all, I would hate to see a perfectly good bottle of champagne go to waste, especially since you’re leaving tomorrow.” Her finger lightly trailed down my chest.

A wide grin crossed my lips as I led her to my room and opened the door.

“I’m going to use the bathroom real quick,” she spoke.

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