Bonbons and Betrayal: Book 3 in The Chocolate Cafe Series Read Online Free PDF Page A

working on her best friend. Brie hung off Paul’s compact frame like a monkey. She would’ve picked nits out of his hair if he’d let her. She had never seen Sabrina so smitten. Not her Brie. Not brilliant, rebellious, free spirited Brie who had never sought out a man in her life, let alone draped herself over one in public.
     
    The pizza man returned from the back of the fluorescent-lit restaurant with four slices of pizza. They were perfect. Unlike the depressing looking others that were stuck on a perpetually spinning display in the case, these were obviously fresh out of the oven.
     
    “Your perfect slices, for the perfect couples,” the man announced proudly. Paul smiled again.
     
    “You’re a good man,” he said. “A good man. Thank you, my friend.” He slid a fifty-dollar bill across the counter and took the slices. The man gasped and began thanking Paul profusely. Paul casually handed the slices on their paper plates to the group, barely acknowledging his obvious generosity. “What do you think? It’s a beautiful night. You guys want to walk?“
     
    Brie, perhaps the most intoxicated out of all of them, gasped far too loudly. She pushed her hair out of her eyes where it had slipped out of her headband.
    “You’re right. It is lovely. Beautiful night. Let’s go walk and eat pizza.” She announced it as if she had never heard of a more brilliant idea. Paul was clearly pleased at her enthusiasm and hooked a finger under her chin, raising her mouth to his for a kiss.
     
    It was all Mac could do to stop from shuddering.
     
    “Sounds wonderful,” Mac said. “Little bit of NYC rainwater on a slice never hurt anyone.” Brie and Paul were too busy kissing to register her sarcasm. Louis however, snorted slightly as he bit into his own ‘extra greasy’ pizza.
     
    The kiss finally ended with a resounding smack.
     
    “You are a beauty.” Paul said, toying with one long strand of her hair “Where did you come from?”
     
    “Mackenzie Bay.” Mac said shortly. “ Let’s walk, shall we?”
     
    The foursome stepped out onto the sidewalk, as vibrant and alive at 2am as it would be in the middle of the afternoon. Taxis whizzed by on the wet streets, sending fans of dirty water up on the sidewalk. Every shop door was wide open and from them came the sounds of loud conversations and music distorted by cheap speakers. It was seedy. It was a little bit dangerous. It was the perfect backdrop to showcase Paul Creed’s roguish charms and almost unbelievable good looks.
     
    “Tell me more about your app, Paul,” Louis said, through mouthfuls of pizza. He and Mac were walking behind the lovebirds, the perfect position for them to share glances and whisper should the need arise. “I’m afraid I blanked out a bit about half way through.”
     
    At the mention of his highly touted success, Paul peeled himself effortlessly away from Brie. He turned his head to the side to shout back at them. Or was it to showcase that vintage matinee idol profile of his? Mac had the feeling everything this man did had a flattering angle.
    “Essentially, it allows the user to communicate with his car.”
     
    “Or her car” Mac mumbled. Louis snickered again.
     
    “Imagine a technology that allowed you to control your vehicle remotely, no matter what car you have. No special fob. No complex ‘box’ or anything that clunky. Cartistry allows you to, in essence, remotely control a car – unlock it, start the air conditioning, pop the trunk, check the fluid levels, run an engine diagnostic, directly communicate with the manufacturers, even calculate the exact time you’ll run out of gas. It even allows your car to communicate with you, to text you, like your friends do.”
     
    “That’s quite futuristic, isn’t it?” Louis asked. “That must’ve taken a great deal of work.” There was something about Louis’ tone that Mac found very pleasing. He only used it when he was working, but it was so very charming and