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The lights had been switched to dim as if he hadn’t wanted to disturb me while he left. I slid off the bed and decided to check out the room some more.
Each step to the bathroom was a sensual experience for my bare feet. The carpet’s fabric slipped against my skin. I gasped when I entered the bathroom.
This is unreal. I should take a picture of this!
Gold faucets jutted from a massive marble tub. Pink towels hung on the rack. Their embroidered lettering said, “Ritz Paris.”
Well. This is not the Motel 6.
“Oh my God.” I almost swooned. “We’re at the Ritz in Paris!”
When did we land? How did he get me in here without waking me up? And where the hell is he now?
Shrieking, I raced out of the bathroom, then down a few steps, past another room with a glass display full of an elegant outfit, rushed to the front door, and opened it.
A woman in a black maid’s uniform with a crisp white collar and apron stood outside. “Can I help you?”
A thick accent clung to each word.
She’s French!
I shrieked with glee.
The maid jerked back.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” I scanned the immaculate hall and turned around. On my door, gold cursive lettering stated, “Suite Coco Chanel.”
“Oh my God!” I jumped up and down, slamming the door and running back into my room.
I’m taking pictures of everything. Vivian won’t believe this.
Vivian was a huge fan of fashion designers and considered fashion a type of art to be treasured and drooled over. I spotted small steps to a windowed door, opened it, and stepped onto a small balcony.
A gentle breeze tickled my cheeks.
Good God!
In awe, I drank in Paris.
We were in the center of everything. A massive public square was laid out in front of me, one I’d seen in movies and TV shows about Paris, but couldn’t remember the name of. Stone buildings outlined a huge statue that stood in the center. Cars drove by the statue. People walked all over.
French people!
I waved at everyone like a crazy woman, but no one waved back.
“Jasmine!” Chase yelled.
I left the balcony and skipped to where I thought his voice came from. It took a few minutes to maneuver my way around the massive space. Once I found him, I spotted two servants following him. Several bags filled their arms. A buffet of yummy aromas drifted from those bags.
Chase was dressed in charcoal gray pants and a white shirt.
“Good morning.” His lips twisted into a sort of half-smile. He reminded me of a mischievous kid on a cartoon, just caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.
“Good morning.” I battled with myself not to display a giddy grin, but it burst free on my face anyway.
God, I must look like a little kid.
I giggled. “This is . . . I can’t believe you did this. The Chanel suite? Are you serious? When you said we were going to Paris, I thought it would be a decent hotel, but not this.”
