Ami
Paris.
I was really in Paris. And I was so excited it was taking everything I had not to press my nose up against the tinted glass of the car like a child.
“I can’t believe you did this.” Behind me I heard him chuckle. The whole flight over he had kept a respectable distance but he reached for me now, turning me away from the city I had always wanted to see.
His whiskey eyes met mine and his smile was soft. ”Why?”
His question took me by surprise. Why? Why didn’t I believe that my boss had whisked me off to Paris , in a move so romantic it belonged in some sappy movie?
“Because things like this.” I turned back to the window for a second. “Things like this don’t happen to girls like me.” Or in real life I added silently.
“Girls like you?” Rough fingers moved my chin so I was fa
