Falling For Her Boss by Tracy Reed

Author:Tracy Reed
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: T. Reed

Chapter Fifteen

gabriella

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I walked into the kitchen and the incredible smells of French cooking traveled up my nose. I’m not sure who Marie is, but I know she and Phillippe have a special bond.

“Bonjour, Marie.”

She looked up and smiled. “Bonjour, Mademoiselle Gabriella.”

“Please, just Gabriella.” She didn’t seem happy with my request. “When it is just us, Gabriella will be fine, s’il vous plaît.”

She smiled and nodded. “The other demoiselle was…”

“The other?”

She lowered her head and said something under her breath in French and then looked up at me. “The demoiselle that…”

“Chantal?”

“Oui. Elle n’était pas très plaisante. I’m sorry. I forget, only English.” She winked.

“Merci.”

She smiled. “We must begin your French lessons today. Monsieur Phillippe loves speaking in his other language.”

“He does?”

“Oui.” I sat down and she placed a large cup and saucer in front of me, and filled it with coffee. Then she placed a basket of croissants in front of me, along with butter and apricot jam. “Eat, I made this morning.”

I took a croissant out of the basket and it was still warm. I broke it in half, spread a little butter and jam on it, and bit down. It was flakey, light and oozing with flavor. It was definitely not like those poor imitation croissants back home. “Marie, this is incredible.”

“I have to teach you how to make.” Her French accent was beautiful and I appreciated her speaking in English.

“S’il vous plaît.” I swallowed the delectable pastry and followed it with a sip of coffee. I’ve only been in Paris a few hours and my tastebuds are spoiled. “Mademoiselle Chantal?”

“I don’t think she really care about Monsieur Phillippe. She only care about the money. When they come, deliveries, all the time they are here, deliveries…Dior, Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci, Vivier, Lanvin, LaPerla, Vuitton, Nina Ricci…they all make deliveries.”

“Really?”

“Monsieur Phillippe like nice things, but all she do is shop, shop, shop. She hurt him in the end.”

“How?”

“Bonjour.” Phillippe walked in, kissed me and then he kissed Marie on the cheek. “How did you sleep?” He walked back and stood next to me.

“Well. How about you?”

“I had a little difficulty falling asleep.”

“If you want to stay in today, we…”

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to his side. “No. I promised you three days of fun.”

“Are you sure, because I can…”

“Are you trying to back out on me?” he smiled.

“No, but if you’re tired, we can start our three days tomorrow.”

“Are you kidding? This is Paris. There’s too much to see.”

“Okay. So what do you have planned for today?”

“After breakfast, we are going to the Louvre, then lunch and do a little shopping.”

“Shopping?”

“Of course! It’s Paris! You come here for the food, the museums and the fashion.”

“I’ll only agree to the shopping, if you promise not to buy me anything.”

“No.”

“No?”

“We discussed this.”

“Excusez-moi.” Marie said as she started to walked away.

“Marie, arrête.” Whatever he said made her stop moving. “You are my girlfriend, and you will not stop me from buying you gifts.” I folded my arms across my chest.

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