When we were back at the hotel in Paris after dinner, I was definitely not going to give in to Marcus. No s*x tonight, no matter what. If he was going to kill someone who was trying to hit on me, I was not going to encourage that behavior no matter how I found his jealousy and possessiveness attractive. Despite I expected him to try, he moved to the shower and I was able to enjoy watching his perfect naked frame in the light of the Paris night.
I thought back about that rather rude Parisian at the café. He really did not want to take no for an answer.
I suddenly came to the realization that it didn’t matter who that man was, it was the situation.
That was my chance wasn’t it? I had not even considered it. I could have written on a napkin that I needed help and passed it to him.
