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“Have you booked the hotel yet?”
“What hotel?” I frowned at him as he walked back into the room.
“The hotel in Paris.”
“Uh, yeah. I’m doing it now.” I quickly pulled up a website and clicked through without looking properly.
“I expected you to do it as soon as I left.”
“I expected you to be gone for a longer amount of time.”
“Why do you talk back to me, Lola?”
“Why do you treat me like your slave?” I snapped back. Xavier had a way of getting under my skin.
“I don’t think you should throw that word around.” He gave me a solemn frown and I felt very much like he was telling me off. “However, I think I can forgive you if you want to bend over and give me a little show.” His lips twitched and my eyes narrowed.
“Excuse me?”
“For what am I excusing you?”
“You’re a pig.”
“Is that higher up or lower than an ass?” He smirked.
“Can I go now?” I quickly typed in his credit card information and grabbed my bag and stood up. “My boss just told me I have to go on a last-minute trip for work and I’d like to go home and pack.”
“What if your boyfriend decided to take you on a last-minute trip? Would that have been better? Would you have been more excited?”
I stared at him for a moment, not sure if he was asking me to be his girlfriend or what. A feeling of hope surged through me, and I was about to answer when his expression changed to a look of horror.
“Oh shit, I don’t mean if I was your boyfriend and asked you. I just meant if you had a boyfriend and he asked you. General random boyfriend, not me boyfriend.”
“None of your business.” I turned to the table and sorted out some papers so he couldn’t see the embarrassment burning on my face. Trust Xavier to get my hopes up for a minute. Not that I wanted him to be my boyfriend. He’d make an insufferable boyfriend. He was someone I had no interested in dating. Not at all. Not even if he paid me one million dollars. Okay, maybe if he paid me a million dollars. Or even ten thousand. Or even if he didn’t pay me. I sighed inwardly. I was falling for Xavier. I couldn’t help it and I didn’t want to. He was such a pig. But he was so handsome and so fu
“So what do you say?” Xavier’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Huh?” I turned around feeling flustered, not knowing what he’d just said.
“I asked if you wanted me to take you shopping, Pretty Woman-style?” He cocked his head and laughed gently.
“Is that meant to be fu
“Lola, you do know that I’m joking with you, do you not?”
“I don’t think it’s a joke.” My eyes narrowed. “How many times are you going to suggest I’m a prostitute?”
“I would never even suggest that. High-class escort at worst.”
“I guess you’ve dated a lot of them.”
“One doesn’t date an escort.”
“One doesn’t screw an asshole.” I grabbed my bag and walked to the door. Then I turned around and smiled at him sweetly and continued, “A second time. Smart girls learn from their mistakes.” I walked to the front of the house and out of the door with a smug smile on my face. I pretended to ignore his loud laughter as I walked out. I preferred to believe I’d stuck a knife in where it hurt, even if that wasn’t the case.
“You’re so lucky.” A
“We can go when I get back.”
“With what money?” She sighed melodramatically and leaned back on my bed. “Why does nothing awesome ever happen to me?”
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“Oh, I wish I was going on the Eurotrain.” She sighed again. “And to Paris. Gay Paris, where have you been all my life?”
“I’m going to work.” I rolled my eyes at her as I packed my underwear.
“With your lover, who’s a prince?” A
“First off, we slept together once, that doesn’t make him my lover. Secondly, I’m not taking a thong with me to Paris.”
“You do not want to get down and dirty with a prince in gra
“There’s nothing wrong with them.” I bent down and picked them up.
“There’s nothing right with them either.” She gri
“I would say ‘hell no, it’s time to go.’” I gri
“Really?” A
“Well ...” It was my turn to sigh. “I would say that at first, but if he decided not to leave I wouldn’t make him.”
“Exactly.” She gri
“That’s not going to happen.” I shook my head, but I did go back to my wardrobe and pull out three black silky thongs.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” She gri
“Why don’t you hang out with Jason?”
“I wish.” She made a face.
“What about Sebastian?”
“Who?”
“You know, Sebastian that we met at the pub. Xavier’s brother?”
“Oh, him.” She made a face. “He’s not really my cup of tea.”
“But at least he’d be someone to hang out with.”
“I suppose I could hang out with him if he really needed someone to chill with.”
“I don’t think ...”
“Fine, fine, tell him I’m willing to spend time with him on Saturday. He can take me to lunch or something.”
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“If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll be free.” She jumped off of my bed and laughed. “Okay, I’m going to go and have a Jammie Dodger, want one?”
“No thanks.” I laughed. “You’re addicted to those cookies.”
“You mean ‘biscuits.’” She faked a British accent and we both laughed.
“You’ll be okay this weekend, right?” I gave her a small smile as she left the room and she nodded.
“I’ll be fine.” She smiled back at me. “I’m a big girl. I’ll find something to do.”
“I’ll buy you something nice in France.”
“Just bring me back a hot French man who knows how to French kiss and make pastries.”
“Sure, I’ll bring one for me and one for you.”
“You don’t need one. You have Xavier.”
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“An ass that’s good in bed.”
“Well, he wasn’t that good.”
“So you’d say no to seconds?”
“I don’t know.” I giggled and gave her a quick hug. “I’m going to miss you this weekend.”
“I’ll miss you too, but I expect you to have lots of fun and to tell me all about it. Even the orgasms.”
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