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8

P
aris couldn't help
but stare up at Alex as they walked along the river toward his hotel, as the light bouncing off the river Seine highlighted his aristocratic features. He was so tall, so beautiful, and she couldn't believe that he was here with
her
. The moon was sparkling off the clear water of the river, and the stars were like a thousand little night lights guiding them along the Seine. It felt like a dream within a dream.

They talked about Paris' transient childhood on the road with her mother, and how difficult it was for her, and Alex's favorite books and movies. Paris couldn't help but notice how evasive Alex was when it came to his personal life, but she wasn't ready to let herself think too deeply about what he might have been hiding. Instead, they walked, and Paris drank in the moment, wondering if she would ever feel so alive again in her life. All of her senses tingled with awareness of the man walking at her side.

It wasn't as late as Paris had thought it was, and everything in the city seemed to stay open longer into the night than it did in her small college town. First, they stopped at a pastry shop, with window displays filled floor to ceiling with the most delicious looking creations she had ever seen in her life.
Croissants, profiteroles, petit fours, jesuite, religieuse
... Paris immediately wanted to try one of everything. Alex smiled at her, as she practically salivated from outside the shop.

“Would you like to go in? I'm sure they taste even better when you actually eat them and don't just imagine doing so.”

Paris nodded emphatically, and Alex led her inside the warm and inviting bakery, where he pointed out every delicious treat and taught her their proper French names and pronunciations. They sat at the small table, and before long, Paris was confident they had actually tasted one of every pastry in the shop. How she could have possibly eaten anything more after the dinner they had had, she wasn’t certain, but somehow she managed.

Everything was more delicious than she possibly could have imagined and she let the sweet, buttery, flaky pastries melt on her tongue. As they talked, Paris was only vaguely aware of an English-language news station playing over a radio in the background as she chattered happily.

W
hile Paris might not have been
paying attention to the news broadcast, Alex’s ears perked up when he heard his own name. And then, Alex's face went white.

“Crown Prince Alexander Phillip Lennox III of Dalvana is in Paris this week...
but where
? That is the question on the minds of both the political and the social worlds tonight, as the dashing Royal has failed to show up for most of his planned engagements in the last two days, and he is certainly not escorting his lovely fiancée around town. Rumors swirl over the location of the Prince, as several eyewitness reports claim to have seen him at a movie theater in city central. So where in the world is Prince Alexander? We will keep you updated with any news on this intriguing turn of events...”

Alex had stopped in the middle of chewing and was just sitting there, staring off into the distance, saying nothing. He was shaken out of his reverie by Paris’ inquiring words.

“Alex? Are you okay? What's wrong?”

Alex hastily swallowed the food in his mouth that had formed a hard lump, and he pulled a cap from his pocket, jamming it on his head as he jumped up from the table. In a flash, Alex had Paris by the hand and was pulling her out of the shop.

“Alex! Stop! What is the rush?”

Once they were out from under the street lights and standing next to a closed shoe store, Alex reached up and pulled at his newsboy cap, which he pulled down as far over his eyes as possible. Paris felt her petulant side taking hold, and found herself concerned that he was dragging her from one location to another with no explanation.

A passerby jostled them, startling Alex from his reverie.

“Are you feeling all right? You don’t look well… Did you eat too much? I know I think I did…” Paris held her stomach with a rueful smile.

That was enough to halt Alex in his tracks.

“No! I mean, I'm sorry. I just... there is this really nice movie theater around the corner, and I thought maybe we could catch a film? Or... something?”

Paris felt herself looking up at him again, concern showing on her face.

“Maybe we can just walk along the river some more? You seem to know so much about the architecture here. I'd love to hear more about it.”

Alex's whole demeanor changed; his shoulders relaxed and his face visibly brightened.

“Yes, Paris. Yes, let's do that. I'd love to walk through the city. But please don't think me rude if I bundle up. I'm feeling a bit... exposed... to the elements that is.”

Paris laughed at his odd choice of words as they set off further into the heart of Paris.
Language barriers are a funny thing
, she told herself. But she couldn’t get enough of his charming accent.

As they walked, their footsteps echoing on the pavement as the city slowly cleared its streets and people made their way home, Alex told Paris everything he knew about the grand cathedrals and beautiful museums. He neglected to mention the part where some of his ancestors had gone on crusades and sent home funds to build those self-same cathedrals…

The evening air was mild, but still brisk enough that Paris found herself shivering. Alex, not saying a word, slipped off his leather jacket and gently placed it over her shoulders in one motion. Paris smiled up at him, her warm brown eyes grateful for the thoughtful gesture.

His arm lingered there, over her shoulder, as if he was waiting for her to either brush him off or give him permission. Paris felt warmth permeate her body, and in silent acknowledgment, she let herself be drawn closer to him and tucked her head just beneath his shoulder. They walked in companionate silence for several blocks, and somehow along the way, their hands found each other’s and didn’t let go.

He tried to put it out of his head when they walked past an electronics store, and the evening news was broadcasting his face, with the headline:

Where is Prince Alexander Hiding? And Who Is He Hiding With?

His stomach flipped.
They don't even care this much about me at home
, he thought wryly. All he wanted was to disappear into the Parisian crowds and just walk with Paris, focus on the warmth of her hand, the genuineness of her smile. It felt as if they walked the entire evening, taking in everything the City of Lights had to show them.

And then, they were in front of a hotel... If you could even call it a “hotel.”

It was absolutely nothing like Paris' trashy dive, of which she still didn't know the location; it was more like a mansion that allowed people to sleep there.
Le Manoir de Luxembourg
was huge, tall and glowing like a giant Christmas tree. Every window was accented with beautiful flower boxes, and a small candle flickered happily in the center pane behind every bunch of hydrangea. Paris was utterly transfixed by the beauty of the building, and didn't even notice the two doormen standing at the front entrance, grinning happily at her wild-eyed wonder. She barely noticed when Alex reached down and took her hand in his.

“Paris, I would never want to be presumptuous. But would you like to come in for a while? Maybe have an espresso, see the hotel? I hear it's... I mean, it's really quite lovely inside. But of course, only if you're comfortable.”

Paris felt her heart leap, her stomach flip-flop inside of her. She wasn't in the habit of going home with men she had just met, but there was something about the kind sparkle of Alex's eyes, the gentle tone of his voice. She felt her head nodding “yes” before she'd even stopped to truly consider the decision. As she walked into the hotel with Alex, the two men opened the doors for them and bowed regally.

Wow, this place is REALLY formal
, Paris noticed, feeling out of place once more. Nothing in her entire life had prepared her for setting foot in a place like this.

A
s they walked
through the lobby, every porter, every concierge, every everyone stopped and smiled at Alex, or bowed politely at him.

Every time Paris would open her mouth to ask him a question about why he was so popular in this hotel, Alex would deflect: “It's so funny. You pay a little extra for a nice hotel, and everyone is your best friend.”

Paris couldn't help but scowl, yet she continued alongside him, trying to ignore the open-mouthed stares of every woman in the lobby, their eyes shooting daggers at her. She was lucky she didn't trip over her own feet, distracted as she was by the opulence of just the entryway of the magnificent hotel. Just the
lightbulbs
in the crystal chandeliers that dangled overhead probably cost more than the house Paris had grown up in.

Alex walked Paris over to the lush couches and motioned for her to sit.

“Do you mind waiting here for a minute? I actually need to sort something out with the concierge.”

Paris eyed Alex curiously, unsure of just what he was up to. When he'd walked out of ear shot, she leaned over just enough so she could make out most of what they were saying to each other. Her French was abysmal, but Alex’s was clearly outstanding. She still caught only bits and pieces of the conversation though—

“Yes, of course. We can charge the room to...”

“My things...”

“We'll have them sent right over, of course...”

“Can I give you... Tell no one…”

“No, no. Please, we'll inform the staff...”

“Under the strictest...”

“Of course! It goes without saying...”

Alex turned and began making his way back to Paris, who spun around to hide that she'd been eavesdropping. She smiled up at him, as he reached down and took her hands.

“Ready?”

Paris nodded, still dumbstruck by her surroundings, and more than a little confused by the snippets of conversation she had heard.

Hand in hand, heads still turned in their direction, Paris and Alex began walking toward the back of the hotel. When they reached the elevator, Paris almost collapsed from fright when the elevator door opened and a man was waiting inside to take them to their floor.

She whispered to Alex, “There is an elevator operator? Are you sure I'm allowed in here? I feel like they scanned me to check my credit when I walked in and I will be found wanting...”

Alex chuckled quietly, and leaned down to kiss her softly on the cheek.

“No one will think twice about it, I promise.”

Once they were inside the elevator, Alex mumbled something to the elevator operator that Paris couldn't quite make out, and shook his hand, something clearly passing between them, but when the elderly man pushed the button to take them to their floor, she figured out what he had said.

Penthouse.

Paris choked out, “You're staying in the penthouse?!”

Alex shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. “I got a really good deal. Insane really.”

The elevator operator turned around from his stoic forward-facing position and stared at Alex as if he were the insane one. The look on Paris' face wasn't much better, mostly because she was becoming increasingly stressed out and suspicious about whatever Alex was hiding from her.

“Listen, Alex, if there is something...”

But before she could ask her question, the elevator man announced,

“45th floor! Penthouse! Have a wonderful evening...”

And before the elevator operator could finish his sentence, Alex had Paris by both arms and was shoving her out of the elevator and into the grandest hotel room she had ever seen in her entire life.

9

W
hitney ran
her fingers seductively over the bar in her suite in the hotel where her family had booked her a room for the week. It wasn't nearly as posh as the place Alexander was staying, and she'd expressed her disapproval with a glass thrown squarely at her father's head, but she was just happy that she wasn't staying with Alexander. If she had been, she wouldn't be here now, with this gorgeous bartender that she'd picked up earlier in the evening. Try as she might, Alexander had never agreed to a three-way, and his uptight attitudes about sex were really starting to get to her. So if she had to sneak some cock on the side, so be it.

T
he bartender
, whose name she couldn't remotely remember, was smiling coyly at her from the bed, his pants around his ankles and his boxer-briefs slowly rising to attention. Whitney couldn't help but laugh at the stupid grin on his face; they were both drunk, but it was obvious that Whitney was holding her liquor much better than he was.

W
ell
, seems like the perfect excuse to have another whiskey
, she thought to herself as she poured a small bottle of alcohol into a glass from the bathroom. As she downed the sweet brown liquor in one long gulp, she looked up to see the bartender had passed out on the bed, and was already snoring away.


W
ell
, how is that for some shit luck?” Whitney mumbled as she stumbled over to her computer to play on the internet for a while. Through blurry eyes, she saw her email blinking that she had a new message. After a few awkward clicks in the wrong windows, she finally managed to get the right message open.

W
—,

Looking like I might be tied up with some last minute meetings for a few days. Have to cancel dinner tomorrow night. Please give my apologies to your parents. If anything changes, I'll let you know. Otherwise, don't plan on seeing me for the rest of the trip.

S
orry again
. The trials of being on a diplomatic trip & not a vacation.

B
est
,

Alex

W
hitney scoffed
and slammed her computer shut.
Whatever
, she thought.
More time to get this bartender up off his ass and onto mine.

S
he took
another mini-bottle out of the fridge and swallowed the whole thing down as she made her way to the passed-out bartender on the bed.

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