Page 95 of Crazy In Love
But I didn’t even attempt to make small talk after.
I knew the score, and I was down to play the game.
I turned on the tub water in the gorgeous hotel bathroom. It was all marble floors and walls, with an antique-looking claw-foot bathtub. I poured some lavender bath salts in the water, because apparently swanky hotels provide everything your heart desires.
Including two orgasms and a steak dinner.
I snagged a small bottle of sparkling wine from the minibar and set it on the stool next to the tub before dropping my robe and slipping into the water.
What a freaking night.
Bridger Chadwick could put every book boyfriend I’d ever read about to shame.
If barns housed men, Bridger Chadwick would be the stallion.
He was confident, attentive, and controlling, all at the same time.
Even the way that he’d insisted I take control—it was still him telling me what to do.
And his filthy mouth.
I thought dirty talk only worked in fiction, but I’m here to say, it works in real life, too.
Because hells to the yes, I loved every single second of it.
His body was hard and strong. Every inch of him was chiseled, golden skin.
My phone vibrated next to my glass of wine, and I used the towel to dry my hand before reaching for it.
Lulu
Bonjour. How’s Paris?
Henley
Tell us something good. I’m stuck at the office and just had lunch at my desk. I need to live vicariously through you.
Eloise
I’m in the gym with a bunch of sweaty men. Tell me you’re living out your Paris dreams.
I thought it over, and I wanted to tell them about my night, but I would just need to leave the little detail about Bridger out of the story.
I sure am. Are you all sitting down?
Lulu
Yes. Are you moving to Paris?
Henley
I’m sitting, and I’ll probably be sitting here until midnight, so I’m up for some exciting news.
Eloise
Did something happen? Did you get in a fight with Bridger? Are you okay?
Oh… I’m okay, no doubt about it. I met a man and had my first fling EVER. When in Paris, right? And it was… AMAZING.
