"Let's go, ma belle." He spins around, taking hold of my wrist, then half pulls me up the stairs.
I stumble, and the rough surface bites into the pads of my bare feet.
"Slow down, I don't have shoes on."
Glaring at me, he comes back down several stairs, hoists me over his shoulder, then he continues his upward track, taking the stairs two at a time. At the top of the platform, I spy Mike sitting on one of the two couches in the little waiting area.
"I see you found the damsel in distress. Jen doesn't even know she's gone, by the way. She thinks Julia's still on the sofa resting," Mike states, raising a brow as he stands up. "How'd she get out?"
"Yes, I found her in my locked office," Alexandre replies, still holding me over his shoulder. "Ma petite chere, do you want to do the honor o
