International Guy: Milan (International Guy Series Book 4) by Audrey Carlan

Author:Audrey Carlan [Carlan, Audrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2018-07-23T16:00:00+00:00

Sophie steps into the restaurant looking like all class and sultriness. Her hair is down in long brown waves over her shoulders. She’s wearing a royal-blue cocktail dress with gold strappy sandals. It’s one of my favorites Bo picked out during our time in Paris.

Bo and I stand up as she approaches. She air-kisses my cheek twice before moving to Bo.

I hold out her chair for her to sit at the quaint table for three in the packed Italian restaurant. Thank God Sophie made reservations, or we’d have never gotten a table.

“How goes it, beautiful?” Bo asks when the waiter comes over and fills Sophie’s wineglass with the wine we’d decided on prior to her arrival.

“I am going very well, Bogart. How is the female population of Milan handling your stay?” She grins and finishes with a saucy wink.

That’s my Sophie, cutting him right at the dick.

Bo tilts his head back and laughs heartily. “You know me well. Though I’ve slowed down this trip. Only banged one of the models on the campaign and one of the cabaret teachers.” He waggles his brows.

“A slow spell for you, I take it?” She pauses dramatically.

“I love you, Sophie,” Bo states flatly, enjoying every minute of Sophie’s quick wit and pinpoint accuracy when it comes to Bo and his debauchery.

“I know, Bogart. I know.”

“Sophie, tell me more about this scientist. Which one is it?” I thought I’d met them all, but perhaps I hadn’t if Sophie is dating one of them, which would mean he would have to be a bit younger than the other two men, who are in their fifties.

“He’s the son of one of our chief scientists. The department hired him a couple of years ago. His name is Gabriel Jeroux. And he is brilliant in and out of the bag.”

Bo bursts into raucous laughter. So much so the patrons at the other tables look our way and offer up their best dirty looks. Bo’s definitely fitting the brash-and-loud American stereotype I’ve come to find Europeans think about our culture.

“Sophie, it’s in and out of the sack!” Bo corrects her before I have a chance.

“Oui.” She waves her hand nonchalantly.

I put my hand over hers on top of the table and wait until she focuses her gaze on mine. “Is he treating you right?”

“Yeah, if he’s not, I know three Americans who will have your back in a heartbeat, precious,” Bo adds.

She closes her eyes and pats my hand in return, then flicks her gaze between Bo and me. “He is. Probably more than I deserve since I’ve worked them hard after my father passed. Then, of course, you know about the issue with the team using expired products. How do you say . . . I had to smack the whip?”

“Crack the whip,” I correct instantly, and her eyes light up.

“Oooh, that sounds even better. And yes, I’ve been doing this.”

I nod. “It had to be done. The department lead could have caused serious problems for your company. I know they were following orders, but there’s really no excuse for it to have gone on so long.

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