FRANCE
Angelique and Ryan landed in Paris just after noon.
Before anything else, she took him straight to his hotel. Ryan had booked the penthouse suite at the Four Seasons Hotel George V, and Angelique insisted on seeing him safely checked in before heading home. It was practical, she told herself. Necessary. Nothing more.
The lobby smelled of polished marble and expensive perfume.
“Bonjour, Monsieur Williams, et bienvenue. Votre suite est prête à vous accueillir,” the receptionist said with a professional smile.
“Merci. Faites monter mes bagages, s’il vous plaît.”
A bellboy immediately took charge of Ryan’s luggage. Ryan accepted his key card and turned toward the elevator.
As Angelique stepped aside, the receptionist leaned forward conspiratorially, her gaze flicking between them
