Page 349 of Billionaire Temptations

We walked out to the cases, and Wes picked out some cupcakes for the office.

“I have a surprise for you,” he spoke.

“I love surprises. What is it?”

“You’ll have to wait until tonight.”

“Is it something kinky?” I grinned as I leaned over the counter.

“It could be.” He winked before kissing the tip of my nose. “I’ll see you later.”

After he walked out of the shop, Francine walked over to me.

“He’s so dreamy. I wish I had one of him.”

“He is, isn’t he?” The corners of my mouth curved upwards as I glanced over at her. “Your dreamy guy is out there for you. You just haven’t met him yet.”

I steppedoff the elevator and into the foyer of the penthouse. Kicking off my shoes, I walked to the kitchen, where I found Wes opening a bottle of wine. After setting the bag of Chinese food down on the island, I reached up and kissed his lips.

“Hi.” I smiled.

“Hi. How was the rest of your day after I left?”

“It was busy but good.”

He poured the wine into our glasses while I reached up and grabbed a couple of plates from the cabinet. I took them over tothe table with the bag of food, and we each took our seats and began to eat while I waited for the surprise he had for me.

“Well?” I said.

“What?”

“What’s my surprise? I’ve been dying ever since you told me.”

“I need to go to Paris for a meeting, and you’re coming with me.” He smiled.

“Wes, that sounds wonderful, but I can’t.” I pouted.

“What do you mean you can’t? Yes, you can, and you are.”

“I can’t leave the shop. Not now.”

He took in a deep breath and set down his fork.

“Anna, you can leave the shop. It’s only for a week. The shop will still be there when you get back.”

“But it’s only been open a month. I can’t just walk away.”

“You’re not walking away, sweetheart. You’re taking a much-needed vacation. You have worked your ass off in getting that shop up and ready, not to mention the countless nights we didn’t see each other during the whole process. I want to take you away for some fun and relaxation and spend time alone with you. Please let me do that!” he sternly spoke as he pounded his fist on the table.

I sat there and stared at him in disbelief. His anger was turning me on.

“Okay. When do we leave?”

“We leave in a week. I already rented the private jet.”

“It’ll be good to see Paris again. I love it there.” I smiled as I reached over and placed my hand on top of his.

We climbedinto the car that was waiting for us at the airport when we arrived in Paris. Wes told me we were staying at the Shangri-La Hotel, but the car pulled up to the Peninsula.

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