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I can’t imagine jabbering on in two languages for eight hours straight. My brain would explode.

When one of the execs asks Bryce a technical question, I take that as my opportunity to escape.

“Vous permettez que je fasse un petit tour à l’extérieur question de respirer un peu?”

I need to step outside. The jetlag, lack of sleep, and hard morning fucking hit me all at once, and now, I have a headache.

The tallest of the tech trio responds. “Mais bien sûr. Nous avons une superbe terrasse sur le toit, vous pouvez vous y reposer quelques instants. Ce doit être épuisant de traduire.”

I nod.

Playing the role of escort-slash-translator is hard work.

I thank him, and head to their rooftop terrace for some fresh air, as per his recommendation.

As I pass Bryce, I mouth. “I’ll be right back.”

I didn’t have to figure my way around. The same employee who guided me to the conference room, takes me to the terrace.

This is a magnificent little oasis!

The walls are lined with cozy-looking grey sofas and it’s so charming how they’ve been paired with stone top tables and bistro chairs.

There’s a peaceful pond right in the middle and it’s only when I get close that I see seven beautiful koi fish dancing together. The exotic plants surrounding the terrace only add to the tranquility of this rooftop sanctuary.

These tech moguls know how to live.

I sit on one of the chairs with my eyes closed, soaking in the Parisian sun, when strong hands rub my shoulders.

“Are you okay, Amanda?”

I meet Bryce’s gaze. “I hope I’m doing a good job?”

“That’s not the question I asked. Are you okay?”

“Thanks for your concern. It’s a lot of work translating at that pace. I don’t speak French in New York too often, so I might be a bit rusty. I need a few minutes, a bit of lunch, a latte, and I’ll be fully recharged.”

“You didn’t look too good when you left the room.”

“I’m feeling the jetlag. Thank God I have to translate. If you had asked me to sit at the meeting and take notes, I would have fallen asleep.”

“It’s nothing more serious?”

“I assure you, it’s not.”

He nods as he slides one hand under my jacket to feel the lingerie he asked me to wear. “I can’t wait to see it on you later tonight.”

“I know I thanked you already, but allow me to repeat myself. I absolutely love the suit. Same for the lingerie.”

“I take immense pleasure in seeing you in the clothes and just feeling your breasts covered with the lace bra makes my cock hard.” He slides his hand up to the back of my neck and says, “They’re serving lunch. That’s why I came to get you. That, and make sure you were okay.”

“Thanks for your concern. Let’s go down. I’m famished.”

The catered lunch gives me a much-needed boost of energy and the latte perks me up. We’re back at it for another hour, at which point, the tech guys switch to a broken English. I don’t want to disrespect them by jumping in, so I stand back. I’m guessing, they want to show Bryce they know some English. When things get lost in translation, I step in. It’s another hour of back-and-forth conversation.

I don’t complain. My headache is no longer an issue. Not to mention, this meeting could represent several hundreds of millions of dollars in additional revenue for Bryce’s already successful company.

Those who can’t do, assist.

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