Page 98 of Crazy In Love
He’d lived up to the fantasy.
But I needed to remember that he was just that—a fantasy.
“You finished your meeting sooner than I expected,” I said when he met me at the coffee shop the next day. I was desperately trying not to be affected by the man, but the way he’d walked into the coffee shop, looking sexy as hell, made it difficult.
He texted me a few minutes ago to say he was done and asked where I was. We were supposed to meet at the antique store, but he’d met me here instead.
He looked amazing in his dark jeans, gray sweater, and black dress coat.
Rule number one when having a fling—don’t make it more than it is.
So, I’d do my best to act normal, even if I had a hard time looking at him and not picturing him naked now.
“The meeting was quick.” He sat in the seat across from me. “Have you gotten to see much?”
“Yes. I started early. I just popped in here to get a coffee to warm up.”
“I gave you the driver’s number—why didn’t you use it? You shouldn’t be walking in this weather,” he said. He ordered a coffee when the server walked over.
The coffee shop was bustling with people coming and going. The white marble flooring and the cute bistro tables gave the place all the Parisian charm I’d hoped to find when I was looking for a little café to pop into.
“I’m in Paris. I don’t want to be sitting in a car,” I said.
But I wouldn’t mind sitting on your face again.
I wouldn’t share that little tidbit. No need to scare the guy.
He studied me for a long moment. “We can take the car to the antique store, since it’s a few miles away.”
“That’s perfect. How was your meeting?” I asked as I broke off a piece of my blueberry muffin and popped it in my mouth.
“It went well.” He nodded when his coffee was set down in front of him. “Did you find a lover while you were roaming the streets?”
I set my mug down and chuckled. “I did not. But the day is young. You never know.”
“You never know, Emilia,” he said, his gray eyes locked with mine.
I spent the next thirty minutes telling him about the places I’d been this morning, and he listened intently.
“I’m glad we’re staying an extra day, so you can see more tomorrow as well.”
“Do you have to work tomorrow?” I asked, curious about what he’d be doing.
“Well, if taking you around Paris counts as work, then yes, I’ll be working,” he said dryly.
“You’re going to show me around Paris?”
“Yes. You’re only here for a short time, so we can’t have you seeing the wrong things.”
My lips turned up in the corners.
Don’t read into it.
“Thank you.” I finished off my drink, and he glanced at his watch.
“We should get going.”
I stood up, and when his hand found the small of my back, I swear my body heated instantly.
