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else,” he said, taking the camera from her as if dismissing her. How could there be another man roaming this planet that looked anything as hot and sexy as Alain? Impossible. And what were the chances he would have the same first name as my Alain? I made a mental note to ask him later. He wasn’t the only one who had a good memory.
    With the camera now in his possession, Alain took pictures of me in all sorts of silly poses. I giggled and laughed like a carefree teenager, his obvious pleasure helping me overcome my shyness at being the subject of the photos. I’d much rather be the one behind the lens.
    “Stop doing that,” he said suddenly. My head jerked up. What was I doing wrong?
    “Every time you lick your lips, it drives me crazy. You don’t know what that does to me,” he groaned, shaking his head. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I want to take you right here, right now.”
    Take me? Did it mean what I thought it meant?
    “My…my lips are dry,” I stuttered as I bit into my lower lip, digging in my bag for my lip gloss.
    “No, ma cherie, that makes it worse.” He smiled as I applied the lip gloss. “Now I have to kiss that off your lips.” I just couldn’t win.
    “You are impossible.” He pulled me into his arms; I sensed the hunger in him as he crushed my breasts into his chest and kissed me passionately, completely taking my breath away. I threw caution to the wind. My hands were in his hair, pulling him to me and I kissed him back, with equal fervor.
    “Very bold, Mademoiselle,” he smiled down at me, his eyes dark with lust.
    But then, he suddenly let me go, grabbed my hand and pulled me back toward the elevator. This time I stood close to the door, right beside the operator, who I immediately engaged in conversation so we didn’t have a repetition of the last elevator ride.
    Alain rolled his eyes at me, pouting. I grinned at him sweetly and he just shook his head.
    “Touché,” he joked, good humor returning to his eyes. Was that a glint of admiration I saw there?
    Back in the limo, I turned to Alain. “Thanks so much for the lovely gift Alain; it is very thoughtful of you. I am sure it will bring me much pleasure on my journey.” I held his face between my hands and softly, gently kissed his lips.
    “It gives me pleasure to give you pleasure,” he said simply, repeating his earlier statement.
    But what surprised me more, was that he wasn’t trying to get into my panty right at this moment, he was behaving like a true gentleman. I like that. It made him even hotter, if that was at all possible.

Chapter 9
    Our next stop was the Sacre Coeur. I was in awe. It was more beautiful up close than any picture I’d ever seen.
    “The Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Paris is located at the summit of the butte , the highest point in the city at one hundred thirty meters.” Alain taught me a new French word: butte which meant hill.
    We joined a group of people lazing on the stairs as Gaston brought a bottle of chilled grape juice and two ice-cold crystal glasses. This was true style. The grape juice was refreshing; I learned it was from the vineyard owned by Alain’s family. “It's originally made for children, before they learn to drink wine.”
    “It's delicious,” I complemented him as I sipped the cool liquid and drank in the beautiful vista of Paris.
    “Ready to go inside?” he asked.
    “Yes, show me,” I said, eager to see more of this glorious building.
    Inside he lit a candle. “For my mother,” he said reverently. “Anyone you would like to light a candle for?”
    “Yes, I would like to light a candle for my father.”
    I loved that we could share this meaningful and spiritual moment, lighting a candle for our loved ones who have passed on. It was very intimate. We walked slowly, holding hands.
    He pulled me out through the side door just as we came full circle.
    “Let’s take a walk back downhill and you can show me more of the area,” I coaxed.
    “Many artists