I should check it to ensure it’s not Belle’s brothers or my sister, but I don’t have the will.
I’ve yet to tell Belle my dad’s been emailing me, after twenty years of no contact aside from maybe five words when Charlotte was born.
And if I’m being realistic, we probably said five words the twenty years prior.
When my dad checked out of being a parent, it did a number on me, and it will only worry Belle if she knows.
I can’t have that.
I need everything to go in my favor so that when we leave here and head home to London, we can genuinely make a go at this with no distractions.
“How did you know I love this place?” Belle smiles and takes a sip of her pinot noir. I note the way her eyes flutter in pleasure and make a mental note that it’s her new favorite and preferred choice of wine.
I look at her, confused. “You’ve told me many times, and I remember everything you tell me.”
“Oh.” She blushes innocently, and my dick jumps at attention.
This is a side of Belle I don’t often see, and her little innocent act turns me on like never before.
“Well, thank you, it was delicious. Did you enjoy yours?”
“Mmhmm.” I lean back and cross my arms, my gaze never leaving her face. “Not the only delicious thing here tonight.”
Her eyes brighten with interest, and it feels like time stops as we stare at each other.
I push her water toward her. “Drink,” I demand. We’ve had too many drinks as it is, and the night is still young.”
She pops her brow in disbelief at my tone but drinks it anyway. The fact she actually followed a command from me only causes my dick to swell even more, pressing uncomfortably against my pants.
“You’re beautiful, B.” I rake my eyes along her body and over her face.
She’s going for the sex-goddess look tonight. Her long blonde hair is pin-straight, parted down the middle, and her eyes are dark and smokey, making her baby blues beam across the table.
My heartbeat hammers in my ears as she slowly stands up.
What is she doing?
Our eyes are locked, and arousal pumps through the air with each step she takes.
“I’ll be back,” she whispers seductively, then runs the tips of her fingers along my forearm, trailing them up my bicep.
She leans down, and I almost miss her full lips pressing against mine because my hungry eyes are glued to the deepened V of her blouse.
Why the fuck did I plan anything after this dinner?
My priorities have changed, and I need to get her back to the hotel and into bed.
Taking a deep, tortured breath to calm myself, I shift my focus to the spectacular floor-to-ceiling windows and away from ravaging Belle right here in this restaurant.
We’re lucky enough that the restaurant is on the top floor of a hotel, giving us 360-degree views of the city. I might as well take it all in while I can.
To my left is the Eiffel Tower, and I can make out the gold-leafed dome of l’Hôtel des Invalides, where Napoleon is buried. To my right, the French flag flies high on top of the Grand Palais.
Straight ahead is… You’ve got to be kidding me right now.
God dammit.
Out of all the places he could be, Trey walks into this restaurant with a massive group of people.
