Chapter Six
Carla heard a knock outside her bedroom door. She was up at dawn and in the light of day, all her thoughts about Falcon from the night before felt absurd. They were just imaginary feelings brought forth by the magic of Paris at nighttime.
He is not in love with me, the Falcons of this world with his private jet and his kind of wealth will never be in love with the Carlas of this world. I am going to have a baby he would never know because it was a mistake. That night was a big mistake and should never happen again. I should be thankful he’s paying me so much money that will afford my ambition. I should always remember that. That’s reality. Accept it!Stop all your wishful thinking.Carla chided herself.
“Ready?” Falcon asked.
“Yes. All packed and ready to go,” she replied briskly. Carla noticed the dark circles under his eyes.
“Would you like to have breakfast at La Galerie? They serve the best croissant this side of Paris,” Falcon suggested.
“Honestly, I can still feel that burger from last night. Would you mind terribly if we skipped breakfast?” Carla asked then added, “but if there is a coffeeshop I’d love a cup of cappuccino.”
“I’m sure we can do that at the lobby,” he replied.
“You know what, I am really craving for good old Starbucks. You think there’s one in the vicinity?”
“Whatever the lady desires,” Falcon smiled as a bellhop appeared and gathered their belongings.
The lobby was deserted as Falcon and Carla headed towards the revolving doors leading to the street. They passed by the reception desk manned by the same blonde from yesterday.
She probably asked to be put on the early shift to catch Falcon before he checked out.
Falcon seemed totally unaware of the girl’s existence as they passed by. Carla felt silly for feeling so victorious. But Falcon was being so indulgent she couldn’t help but feel elated.
The same stretch limo that brought them in from the airport was waiting with the engine running. Carla wondered if they would drive all the way to Alsace in the limo.
“Good morning Charles. Do you know where the nearest Starbucks is?”
“Oui Monsieur, its just around the corner.”
Minutes later, Carla happily settled back with a warm cup of Cappuccino in her hands. Charles navigated the streets with ease despite the length of the vehicle. Carla recognized familiar landmarks from yesterday. They were headed for Charles De Gaulle airport.
“We’re flying to Alsace?” She asked.
“Yes, its less than an hour by air, five hours by car. I want to get there sooner so I could show you around the property.”
Carla expected the limo to drop them off at the airport. Instead it made a detour and headed straight to a private airfield. Charles made a beeline straight to a chopper parked in the middle of the runway.
“We’re going by helicopter?” Carla asked excitedly.
“Yes, we are,” falcon grinned. “Alsace doesn’t have an airport but we can land at the property itself.”
Charles bid them goodbye after storing the luggage in the helicopter compartment.
“She beautiful,” Carla couldn’t help admiring the streamlined machine, “and looks familiar. I’ve seen this in a movie somewhere,” she quipped.
“It’s a Black Hawk Sikorski helicopter…and she’s all mine.” Falcon said.
“You own this?”
“Yup,” Falcon replied as a look of satisfaction spread across his face.
“You and your man toys,” Carla chided.
“It’s more than just a toy. This baby can reach a top speed of 178 mph and has a range of 473 miles,” Falcon informed her as he run a loving hand across the chopper.
“Duh! So, where’s the pilot?” Carla asked looking around.
