Heavy Metal Heart: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance by Fields Annette

Author:Fields,Annette [Fields,Annette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Annette Fields
Published: 2016-09-24T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Helena

Helena couldn't keep her eyes away from the window any more than she could keep her mouth closed.

It surprised her how Paris looked so familiar. Coming from Olso and visiting several other large, ancient cities, she found many of them to have a similar feel and flow. Tall buildings, no less than five stories high, with classically structured facades, and narrow streets.

Torsten indeed drove fast, but stoplights were frequent in the city. He controlled the Maserati like a cowboy taming a wild stallion. The engine roared with power when in motion, but he eased to each stop gently.

Each stoplight allowed for a pause to take in the sights and atmosphere. The air smelled clean and fresh, though not nearly as cold as Norway. Parisians crossed the streets hurriedly, tittering in French, which Helena knew at only a conversational level.

The sky overcast with thick clouds and a light drizzle fell. It reminded her of home.

After taking a right turn off a roundabout, the compacted city buildings gave way, and the Eiffel Tower came into view. Helena stared at it curiously. Against the gray sky, the dark triangular form looked like an upside down tree in the distance.

"It looks much better at night, and when we're closer to it," Torsten said, as though reading her thoughts.

"Will we have time to check it out?" Helena asked.

"We can make time." Torsten squeezed her thigh with a firm grip that made her heart leap.

She noticed many Paris neighborhoods had classical mixed with modern designs. Often sandwiched between two classical-looking buildings was a sharp-looking building with glass walls.

She just spotted another such building when they pulled up to a driveway that read </em>St. Yves Paris</em>. It was a classical, archway structure flanked by two red doors which opened slowly as Torsten approached. What came into view on other side made Helena gasp.

A fountain flowed in the middle of a gorgeous courtyard. Surrounding the fountain in a hexagonal shape was a lush, manicured lawn. Torsten eased the car in the roundabout circling the lawn and stopped in front of the magnificent building.

It looked like a palace out of a princess fairy tale. Surely it belonged to some French nobility in previous centuries.

As if by magic, Helena's passenger door opened and she jumped, tearing her gaze away from the beautiful building. But it was a valet who opened her door swiftly and silently.

"Welcome to St. Yves Place, Mademoiselle Forss," the valet said in French.

She gingerly stepped out on shaky legs like a newborn fawn. This ordinary girl from Norway just pulled up to a palace and was being treated like a princess.

Torsten had gotten out himself on the other side and tossed the keys to the valet. He walked around the back of the car and slid an arm around Helena's waist as he approached.

"Don't look so stunned. This is one of my favorite boutique hotels in Paris."

"I can't help it, it is... stunning," Helena said.

"Wait until you see the inside." Torsten gently urged her forward. Helena walked up the marble steps to the luxurious dark wooden doors.

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