Be my love, feel my love, live my love, for today my love, is one day, my love
“Oh Zane,” I couldn’t stop the tears of joy from rolling out of my eyes. “That was so beautiful. I can’t believe you wrote that for me.”
“Well, believe it, my dear. And believe me when I say, I’m putting my all into being the man you deserve.”
“I don’t deserve or want anyone other than you, Zane.”
“Then how’s about we go into the bathroom for five minutes and you …” His eyes sparkled as he talked and he burst out laughing as I shook my head at his words.
“You’re incorrigible, Zane.” I growled at hm. “Sex, sex, sex.” I laughed and gasped as his hand crept up to my breast and squeezed me through my top. “Stop it.” I hissed.
“I couldn’t resist.” He winked. “You know us sex addicts.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you were a sex addict.”
“Agent Waldron did give me a pair of handcuffs.” He winked at me. “They’re in my suitcase. Maybe I’ll have to use them tonight and show you just how much of a sex addict I am.”
“Who says we’re going to have sex tonight?” I smiled at him demurely. “I may not have fully forgiven you yet.”
“Lucky,” he groaned, “don’t tease me. I can’t go another night without feeling myself inside of you. It’s torture having you lying next to me, feeling you against me and not being able to have my wicked way with you.”
“Well, I guess you’ll have to learn to deal with it.” I giggled thinking about the feel of him pressed up against me each morning. He didn’t know it, but it had been very hard for me every time I pushed his hand away as well. There was nothing I enjoyed more than feeling him inside of me. When we made love, I felt like we were one. Our bodies were fused together and when we moved, I felt like we were literally joining our souls together. I had never had that physical and almost spiritual moment with any other man and I think that was one of the reasons why our sex life was even more special to me. It wasn’t just that he was the best sex I had ever had, he was also the man who made me feel more alive than I had ever felt in my life.
“We’ll see.” He growled at me and we both laughed as the flight attendant walked past us and gave us a knowing look.
***
“Bonjour, alle le Hotel Opera Pelris.” Zane spoke slowly to the taxi driver and he looked at us blankly.
“Pardon?”
“Nous allons le hotel Opera Pelris?” Zane tried again and this time his voice was firmer, as if that was going to make the taxi driver understand what he was saying.
“Pardon?”
“Je alle le hotel Opera Pelris tout rapidemente.” Zane’s voice was brusquer now and I stifled a giggle.
“I take it you never took French in school?” I raised an eyebrow at him as the taxi driver stared at us with a blank expression. “You do realize that he has no idea what you just said. Was that even in French?”
“No. Well, I don’t know,” Zane grinned at me. “Do you know how to tell him to take us to the hotel?”
“No, not really.” I laughed. “And I did take French.”
“Are you two ready?” The taxi driver raised an eyebrow at us. “The meter’s running already.”
“You speak English?” Zane looked annoyed and the taxi driver shrugged. “We’re going to the Hotel Opera Pelris sil vous plait.”
“Oui, monsieur.”
And with that, we sped off. I stared out of the window in excitement, unable to believe that I was actually here in Paris. It didn’t seem quite real. Everything about the city was amazing to me so far. The tall older buildings all looked majestic to me and there were bakeries on every corner.
“I can’t wait to get some croissants.” I looked over at Zane and smiled. “And some hot chocolate.”
“Or you could get a pain au chocolat.” He grinned.
“What’s that?” My stomach grumbled and we both laughed.
“I think it’s a croissant with chocolate in the middle.” He licked his lower lip and frowned. “But I could be wrong.”
“Just as long as it’s not snails.” I made a face. “Or foie gras. Yuck.”
“How can you not like foie gras?” He shook his head. “It’s so delicious.”
“I guess that’s what happens when you’re a country bumpkin.”
“Do you like pâté?”
“Ewww. Gross.” I shook my head.
“And you consider yourself the next Julia Child? For shame. I’ll have to teach you to enjoy world class food.”
“Ha. That’s okay. I’m good with a juicy steak and a baked potato.”
“Aren’t we all?” He rubbed his stomach and leaned over and bit my lower lip lightly. “Thank God, we’re both meat eaters. I’m not sure what I would have done if you were a vegetarian.”
“That would have been a deal-breaker?” I looked at him curiously.
“No.” He laughed loudly. “But it would have made me feel guilty any time I wanted to eat meat.”
“You, feel guilty? Yeah right.” I scoffed.
He reached over to tickle me. “Shh you.” His hands tickled under my arms and I giggled and pulled away. “I tell you that I do feel guilty sometimes. Not often, but sometimes.”
“Uh huh.”
“You better be nice to me or I won’t take you to le Louvre.”
“The museum?” I made a face.
“Don’t you want to see the Mona Lisa?”
“Not really,” I laughed. “I’d much rather go to Versailles.”
“You are a girl, aren’t you? You want to see the glitz and glamour.”
“Actually, I want to see it because it was the center of Louis XIV political power before the beginning of the French Revolution. Versailles is the symbol of absolute monarchy in the old regime of France. All that opulence and all those riches are what helped to bring about the demise of the monarchy in France.”
“I forgot I was dating a historian.” He laughed. “I guess you’ll be my guide.”
“I don’t know if I know enough to be anyone’s guide. But I’m super excited to see the gardens and the Hall of Mirrors.”
“Hall of Mirrors?”
“It’s the most famous room in Versailles.” I laughed. “It’s one of the most renowned rooms in the world.”