Part 20 (2/2)
”Well, I guess you'll have to learn to deal with it.” I giggled thinking about the feel of him pressed up against me each morning. He didn't know it, but it had been very hard for me every time I pushed his hand away as well. There was nothing I enjoyed more than feeling him inside of me. When we made love, I felt like we were one. Our bodies were fused together and when we moved, I felt like we were literally joining our souls together. I had never had that physical and almost spiritual moment with any other man and I think that was one of the reasons why our s.e.x life was even more special to me. It wasn't just that he was the best s.e.x I had ever had, he was also the man who made me feel more alive than I had ever felt in my life.
”We'll see.” He growled at me and we both laughed as the flight attendant walked past us and gave us a knowing look.
”Bonjour, alle le Hotel Opera Pelris.” Zane spoke slowly to the taxi driver and he looked at us blankly.
”Pardon?”
”Nous allons le hotel Opera Pelris?” Zane tried again and this time his voice was firmer, as if that was going to make the taxi driver understand what he was saying.
”Pardon?”
”Je alle le hotel Opera Pelris tout rapidemente.” Zane's voice was brusquer now and I stifled a giggle.
”I take it you never took French in school?” I raised an eyebrow at him as the taxi driver stared at us with a blank expression. ”You do realize that he has no idea what you just said. Was that even in French?”
”No. Well, I don't know,” Zane grinned at me. ”Do you know how to tell him to take us to the hotel?”
”No, not really.” I laughed. ”And I did take French.”
”Are you two ready?” The taxi driver raised an eyebrow at us. ”The meter's running already.”
”You speak English?” Zane looked annoyed and the taxi driver shrugged. ”We're going to the Hotel Opera Pelris sil vous plait.”
”Oui, monsieur.”
And with that, we sped off. I stared out of the window in excitement, unable to believe that I was actually here in Paris. It didn't seem quite real. Everything about the city was amazing to me so far. The tall older buildings all looked majestic to me and there were bakeries on every corner.
”I can't wait to get some croissants.” I looked over at Zane and smiled. ”And some hot chocolate.”
”Or you could get a pain au chocolat.” He grinned.
”What's that?” My stomach grumbled and we both laughed.
”I think it's a croissant with chocolate in the middle.” He licked his lower lip and frowned. ”But I could be wrong.”
”Just as long as it's not snails.” I made a face. ”Or foie gras. Yuck.”
”How can you not like foie gras?” He shook his head. ”It's so delicious.”
”I guess that's what happens when you're a country b.u.mpkin.”
”Do you like pte?”
”Eot I was dating a historian.” He laughed. ”I guess you'll be my guide.”
”I don't know if I know enough to be anyone's guide. But I'm super excited to see the gardens and the Hall of Mirrors.”
”Hall of Mirrors?”
”It's the most famous room in Versailles.” I laughed. ”It's one of the most renowned rooms in the world.”
”A room with a bunch of mirrors?” Zane looked surprised. ”Okay.” He rolled his eyes and I saw the taxi driver shaking his head in disgust and stifled another laugh.
”It's not just some cheap ten dollar mirror you get at Walmart or Target, Zane.”
”I don't shop at Walmart or Target.” He scoffed.
I pinched him for being a sn.o.b. ”Zane, that's not important.” I rolled my eyes. ”The point is, it's not just a room full of c.r.a.ppy cheap mirrors. These are opulent, gold-framed and gilded mirrors. And the hallway is huge and it overlooks the gardens. It's beautiful.”
”You've seen them?”
”No, but one of my ex-boyfriends went with his family and he showed me some photos.”
”Oh.” Zane pursed his lips and frowned. ”What ex-boyfriend?”
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