Page 79 of Crazy In Love

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Emilia

What was even happening?We’d just checked into the most exquisite hotel I’d ever seen after arriving in Paris.

Paris, France.

TheParis, France.

Our rooms were right beside one another, and it was like something out of a movie. I had the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, and Bridger had agreed to stay an extra day.

Beatrice had responded exactly as I’d expected.

Beatrice

Bonjour, Em! Hells to the yes. Enjoy yourself.

Beatrice

You’ve earned this.

Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.

Beatrice

How’s the broody billionaire? Maybe you could have a Parisian fling?

I work for him. He also can’t stand me most of the time.

Beatrice

Who are you trying to convince… me or you?

Love you!

Beatrice

Love you! Have fun! If you can’t kiss your grumpy client, then kiss a Frenchman. You know what they say… when in France.

I thought it was when in Rome.

Beatrice

Are you going to Rome?

I’m not.

Beatrice

I’d mentioned to Bridger that I had some more design options to share with him, and seeing as I’d slept almost the entire plane ride, and then our talk had gotten pretty heavy, we’d agreed to have dinner downstairs in the hotel, and we’d go over the plans then.

I opened my suitcase, grateful that Lulu had come over to my house last night after I’d texted in the group chat about my unexpected trip. She’d brought me some things to take on the trip and helped me pick the rest. I ended up with more than enough clothes to wear, even including the extra, unplanned day.

Thank goodness for her, because I wouldn’t have had a clue what to bring. It was cold here, not as cold as it was in Rosewood River, but still quite chilly.

I pulled out the black leather leggings she’d brought me, my black heeled boots, and my cream sweater and placed them on the bed.

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