Chapter 13Ian heard the knock on the door. He swiftly put on his jeans and opened the door a crack. It was Claudette, Christophe’s housekeeper. She brought him a lunch tray. After eating such a large breakfast—I can’t believe how many times Sean filled my plate—Ian couldn’t see how he could eat any more, but he finished the steak, the baked potato with sour cream, and buttered, fresh green beans. There was also a Caesar salad, popovers, and brownies with vanilla ice cream.
Either Rémy had impeccable timing, or there was a spy camera in the room. Rémy’s knock came at the exact moment he was about to take the tray downstairs. Rémy grabbed the tray, stuck it just outside the door, and began to undress Ian while kicking the door closed. He picked Ian up and placed him naked on the bed. He mad
