Filthy Foreign Exchange Book 2 by S.E. Hall & Angela Graham

Author:S.E. Hall & Angela Graham [Hall, S.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HalloGraham
Published: 2016-06-13T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“Get up, sunshine! Time to see Paris!”

I yank the covers off a groaning Natalie, giddy and eager to explore the City of Lights during the day. I’m already dressed, while she’s yet to even crack open an eyelid.

“Go without me,” she moans, pulling the extra pillow over her head. “Too hungover.”

I hadn’t heard what time she finally came in last night due to the power of the sleeping pill, but judging from the smell of alcohol oozing from her pores and the green hue of her complexion, I’m guessing it was late—or very early, depending on how you look at it.

“Nat, come on,” I plead. “Take a shower. I’ll get you some toast and aspirin, and then you’ll feel better. You don’t wanna miss Paris!”

“Sorry…no way…leaving bed,” she moans, her words nearly indecipherable. “Cover me up…have fun. Turn off the light when you leave.”

As quietly as possible, I grab a water from the mini fridge and two ibuprofen from my bag, setting them both on her nightstand. I take the trash can out of the bathroom and place it next to her bed before flipping the light switch and shutting the door silently behind me.

Guess I’ll take extra pictures for her. Because I know, once she’s thinking clearly, she’ll regret missing out on today. Plus, she seems to have a real passion for photography.

“There you are,” Kingston says, clipboard in hand, when I reach the lobby. “Where’s Natalie?”

“She’s, um…not feeling well, so she’s sleeping in.”

“Seems to be a theme this morning,” he tuts, his eyebrows drawing together.

I glance around, only just realizing what he means. There are literally only seven people here, not counting Kingston. Must’ve been a large party last night.

“Hey!”

Chad walks over to stand beside me. “Patton’s down for the count, too, so we can buddy up today if ya want.”

“Oh, yeah, sounds good.” I smile tentatively, absolutely not revisiting or judging him for what I saw the other night. “Did you skip the fun last night?”

“Nah, just the whiskey—stuck to beer. Out of all the stops on our trip, Paris is the one I’ve been looking forward to the most. Wasn’t screwing that up.” He laughs.

A loud clamor startles me, and my head jerks towards the noise.

“My apologies,” Kingston utters grimly, bending to pick up the clipboard he dropped on the marble floor.

“But now that I have your attention,” he continues to the group, albeit staring only at me, “I’d like to suggest we walk for today’s planned agenda. The weather’s lovely, and staying together shouldn’t pose a problem with such a small turnout. Any objections?”

I hold my breath, praying no one will argue because walking sounds wonderful, and exhale delightedly when everyone agrees.

“Very well, then, let’s get started. And remember, should you become separated from the rest of us, ring my mobile, and we’ll stop and wait for you. Also, you can hold up this flag to help us spot you.” He moves among us, handing out white flags on small sticks. “Questions?”

There are none, so he continues.

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