When they landed in Paris, Sara’s bags were taken for her, courtesy of Jennifer. They left the plane, and shortly after were taken for a ride in a miniature black limousine. Jennifer was the driver, and instead of sitting in the front passenger seat, Derek sat next to her in the back. The seats were black leather and rather cool, instead of the warm leather in Derek’s Rolls.
Sara had her hand on the leather seat. She allowed her fingers, one by one, to tap on the seat. She saw Derek watching her, out of the corner of his eye. Within a few moments, he had moved his hand beside hers. His index finger lightly grazed her knuckles, making her insides sizzle.
She was in Paris, brought here by a man with a plan. If she would agree to his terms, he would give her the freedom she had been cr
