In the jet, I leafed through the little booklet I bought on Paris this morning. I’m overexcited. A real dynamo on legs! Taken up with my enthusiasm, I hadn’t noticed that Austin was watching me out of the corner of his eye, a forefinger on his lips. He was sitting facing me, with is usual casualness. His eyes were sparkling, while the finger of his other hand played a silent tune on the armrest of his seat.
“Has Madam decided what she’d like to do?”
“I’m just looking… Have you been to Paris before?”
“Yes. For work.”
A little part of me was happy that it was for work and not with one of his conquests. But my heart sunk when I thought of all those pictures of him with those models. He couldn’t have spent many nights alone on his business trips!
“You’ve had to travel all
