Unbearable Passion - Book 2: French Kiss (Romantic Erotica For Women Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    “You impressed the heck out of me, Amanda,” he says with a beaming smile. “I mean, Todd said you spoke French, but I didn’t realize you had such a good business head on you. What on earth are you…”
    Bryce stops in mid-sentence because he realizes what he was about to say. I figured this would come up eventually. I don’t have to pretend I’m dumb because I’m an escort for hire. I’m not upset by his observation. He’s simply stating the truth. The only missing part is the story that led me to make the decision to work for Todd. I unlock my eyes from his and look down at my big box of French pastries.
    “It’s a long and complicated story that involves me making some pretty bad business decisions,” I reply in a shy voice.
    I feel so embarrassed by my past, sitting in this luxury vehicle, chauffeured by a Frenchman, bound for an outrageously pricey hotel room I could never in my life afford. The only reason I’m here is because I’m willing to become someone I never thought I’d ever become.
    Bryce senses my discomfort and squeezes my hand tighter. “Whatever it is, I can make it go away.”
    “Thanks, Bryce. It might be too late.” I can’t help but curl my lips in disgust at the thought of Brad Keller running around Monaco in a Ferrari thanks to the money he stole from me. There isn’t much Bryce or anyone else can do now.
    “Amanda, when you’re ready to tell me, I can help you. I run the largest Internet security firm in the world and I can tap into the most influential people at will. If someone has caused you harm, I can go after them. There’s nowhere on this planet they can hide from my network.”
    I really want to believe Bryce, but the heaviness of my situation prevents me from believing that even someone with his wealth and influence can catch Brad Keller and bring him to justice.
    “I’ll keep that in mind, Bryce. I’m just not ready now.”
    “Take your time, but the longer you let this go the harder it will be to go after the bad guys.”
    He’s searching my eyes for answers and I fight back the tears to avoid opening a Pandora’s box I never want to open again. I tighten my lips and nod to let him know that I understand, but I’m too choked up to speak.
    After a few minutes of silence, I’m able to compose myself again and open my box of sweets to look at the selection.
    “Oh, my God! They bought all the best French pastries. Which one do you want to try, Bryce?”
    “Which one do you recommend?” He sees that my mood has changed and becomes more playful.
    “I love the lavender religieuse and I see they bought two of those, so let’s each have one.”
    “What is a reli … I can’t even pronounce what I’m about to eat.”
    I look at him, amused. There aren’t too many things in life Bryce doesn’t master. He might be an incredible businessman and a phenomenal lover, but his language skills are definitely his weakness.
    “You find me funny?”
    “Yes, you are funny right now. It’s a religieuse. It’s a pâte à choux. ”
    “Translation, please. Can you speak English? Or at least American?” he says, cocking his head to the side while he curls up his lips in a smile.
    “It’sa light pastry dough that’s the same as the one used to make doughnuts, butinstead of frying them,you bake them. The pastry is filled with crème pâtissière —custard cream—and topped with a flavored glaze. In Paris they come in a variety of flavors like rose, coffee, lavender, chocolate, caramel and vanilla. Lavender has always been my favorite and it’s the rarest one, because not too many pastry shops sell it.”
    “That sounded a bit complicated, so I’ll trust you. Lavender reli —whatever they’re called—it is.”
    We relish the French desserts at the back of the Benz and I can tell from his expression that he enjoys the dessert. I eat my religieuse with so much gusto that I end up with c rème pâtissière all over my hand. I’m about to lick it off when