“I can’t see it from my apartment,” she explained. “Just the rotating searchlight when it hits the other buildings.”
“Where was your old place?”
“The 8th arrondissement—near the Four Seasons.”
She’d gone from a life of luxury to a one-bedroom apartment near a mall, but she didn’t complain about it. She chose the hard life over the easy one, and I respected the hell out of her for it.
I came up behind her and removed the heavy coat from her body, tossing it over the back of a chair before I pulled her against me, one arm locking in front of her shoulders while the other slipped underneath her shirt and rose up to her chest. I slipped my fingers under her bra, and I took one of her plump t**s in my grasp. I squeezed it harder, felt her chest rise with the deep breath she took. I gripped
