Paris Was The Place I Met My Billionaire Lover (My Sweet Billionaire Love Story Series) Read Online Free PDF

wouldn’t necessarily bowl Caitlyn over.  If this dapper Frenchman really wanted to sweep her off her feet, Caitlyn felt he may have been betting his last franc on the wrong horse.
    The windows rolled up black around them, even the glass partition between them and the driver, just as Caitlyn was glancing at him for a friendly greeting.               Julien said, “He prefers to concentrate on the road.”
    Don’t you think that was a little rude? she wanted to ask, but instead shrugged and nodded as if compliant to the driver’s wishes.
    Julien was already opening the Champagne bottle, the loud pop filling the back of the limo.  Caitlyn looked over with a shock that turned quickly to a look of pleasant surprise. 
    “In Paris, the Champagne flows like the Seine .  At least, it does for you.”  He filled a crystal flute and handed it to Caitlyn and then filled one for himself, replacing the bottle into a silver bucket lined with white linen and filled with cubes of ice.  He leaned his flute toward her and she did the same, the crystal clinking between them.
    “To your beauty,” he said.
    Caitlyn smiled and nodded demurely, preferring to accept the compliment rather than hand it off to the beauty of Paris or some other more humble retort. 
    “ En haut, ” Julien said as Caitlyn was sipping the Champagne, tart and sparkling on her watering tongue.  Reading Caitlyn’s confused expression, he explained, “Up, I prefer your hair up.  You wore it down this afternoon, and it was quite lovely.  But up, as it is, revealing your shoulders, very elegant, regal.  Digne de la cour , we would say; worthy of the court. ”
    “Well, I’m not anybody’s idea of a princess, but you sure have a way of making a girl feel special.  I’m not about to believe you don’t do this all the time.”
    Julien nodded as he considered, shrugging and sipping and letting a lonesome gaze drift to the inky black of the window at his side.  “Funny,” he said, “sometimes we can’t see that which is right in front of our faces.”  With that, the window rolled down, revealing the lighted streets of Paris beyond, a gust of chilly air sweeping in around them.  “Until we pull back the shades that blind us,” Julien added, “and reveal the truth of the beauty all around us.”
    Wow, Caitlyn had to admit to herself that was like something out of Shakespeare.  This guy can’t possibly be for real!  But if this Julien is some kind of French Don Juan, he’s certainly very good at it.  Why not go along for the ride?  I’ll know when things have gone too far.  Until then, how often am I going to be in Paris with some strange, handsome man who loves art history and takes me around the city in the back of a limousine?
    Julien said, “You are not the first woman I’ve dated, Caitlyn.  Do you think that deduction worthy of Poirot?”
    “No, of course not, and of course I’m not, it’s... it’s just that, a girl in my position has to be on her toes, right?”  Caitlyn wasn’t sure why she was suddenly stammering, so quickly concerned that she had overstepped her bounds and mistreated his hospitality or generosity.  Then she found the answers; because she was raised to be gracious and well-mannered and not inconsiderate and ungrateful.  And because she liked this man and genuinely didn’t want to hurt his feelings, never mind anybody else’s.
    And because the last thing she wanted was for the evening to come to an abrupt and unfortunate end.
    But there was little more she could say.  It was Julien’s limo, it was his offense to take or leave behind.  It was his move.
    Julien raised his Champagne flute and said, “Forgive my rudeness, please; an unforgivable oversight on my part.”
    In a voice that was deliberately formal but not exaggeratedly so, Caitlyn said, “Allow half the blame to be mine and you will be forgiven.”
    They clinked their flutes again and drained them, Julien reaching for the