A French Kiss Romance 1: Midnight in Montmartre by Chloe Emile & Harper Lin

Author:Chloe Emile & Harper Lin [Emile, Chloe & Lin, Harper]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Family Saga, United States, Sagas, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00QPTT1TG
Published: 2014-12-07T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

When Mia left Luc's office, his tie felt too tight, choking into his skin. His neck itched. He grabbed at the knot and pulled it away from his neck, but even with the tie loosened, he still felt like he was being choked.

He realized that his whole body had tensed up. It was probably its way of forming a big, heavy scab around his heart.

Luc was at least thankful that he'd been sitting down when Mia crushed him with her sharp words. At least he couldn't keel over while sitting in a heavy, industry-standard office chair.

The world really did revolve around women. They could build a man or destroy him. When he woke up this morning, he hadn't expected the rejection to be so brutal. He hadn't expected rejection, period. His future with Mia had been so clear to him.

He had been planning on asking her out on a real date. He would've cooked for her, taken her out to a park for a picnic, perhaps along the Seine River, at the Tuileries, or Luxembourg Gardens. Something easygoing yet romantic, so they could talk and get to know each other even more.

The first date would lead to the second date, and second date the third. He could see them falling in love, moving in together. She'd move to Paris to be with him permanently because he would propose...

Perhaps he had really gotten ahead of himself. When was he going to learn to separate fantasy from reality?

Now that he knew how Mia really felt about the kiss, he was glad that he'd restrained himself from calling her during the weekend.

"I remember what I want to remember, and I can let go of the rest," she had said.

If only he could pick and choose what he wanted to remember, he wouldn't feel this wretched.

It turned out that he was the only one who felt it. The kiss.

Their kiss was more than just lips meeting. It was lyrical and passionate and sexy at the same time. He couldn't just walk away from that.

But apparently Mia could.

"You look so serious, Luc. Who died?"

A woman's teasing voice. Not Mia's.

He looked up. Beth was at the door, the light from the hallway casting a perfect silhouette of her svelte body.

"Hope I'm not interrupting." She smiled.

Luc overcame his surprise quickly and stood up. "No, of course not. Come on in."

She closed the door behind her, and he greeted her with air kisses on the cheeks. She looked stunning as always, in a tight baby-blue dress with silver swirling down the bodice at an angle, reminding him of a tornado. Her blond hair was styled in waves, framing her porcelain face. She wore dark red lipstick, a bold sexy shade that he hadn't seen on her before.

"Did you get some bad news, Luc? The stock market down? You're really wearing a funeral parlour face, you know."

Luc shook his head. "Sorry, I was just thinking about our campaigns."

She arched an eyebrow. "About what could go wrong? You worry too much, Luc.

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