International Guy: Paris (International Guy Series Book 1) by Audrey Carlan

Author:Audrey Carlan [Carlan, Audrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503943605
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2018-07-09T16:00:00+00:00

The next morning, Bo strolls into the salon as if he owns the place. He goes right up to the owner, pats him on the shoulder with one hand, shaking his hand with the other, before turning around and holding out an arm. “And this is the lady I spoke to you about. Ms. Sophie Rolland.”

Sophie walks with her head held high, far from the woman I met only a few short days ago. She air-kisses the man, who’s rocking a serious three-inch bouffant that somehow looks perfect on him. He’s clad in a lightweight pitch-black sweater with the sleeves pushed up and matching slacks. On his feet are a pair of black leather loafers and no socks. I know this because his dress slacks only go to the top of his ankle. Not exactly my gig, but it works for him.

“You are going to be my masterpiece, chérie. After I am done with you, your boyfriend will fall to his knees in worship.”

Sophie’s eyebrows furrow. “I do not have a boyfriend.”

The man grins crudely. “Ah, then you will after I am done! Sit, sit. Let me get my hands on you.”

I clap my hand over the thin man’s bony shoulder and squeeze just enough so that my intentions are known. “Dial it back, pal.” I glance at the sign on the door. It says “Dorian Petit Hair Designs” in a sleek, thin font. “Dorian, is it?”

He nods, staying perfectly still.

“Treat her like the lady she is, yeah?”

“Monsieur Montgomery has secured the finest services for our high-profile client. I shall give her that if you will let me get to work.” He shrugs off my hold, grabs a cape, flaps it out like he’s rallying a prized bull, and ties it around her neck to protect her clothing.

Bo grabs my arm and eases me to the corner. “You sit here. Don’t get involved. This is my territory. Trust my judgment.”

“He said he was going to put his hands on her.”

Bo nods and rubs at his chin. “Probably has to do that to cut her fucking hair. Relax! Jeez. Thought your night with Lady Big Tits and Hair would fix your little problem. You still gaga over our client?”

I sigh. “Not your business.”

“Fuck, you are. Whatever, man. Just get over yourself. I take care of her in my domain. In fact, why don’t you take a walk? Respond to some emails. Review one of the thirty-plus resumes that headhunter sent us for an assistant. Get you out from under all that paperwork and research for once. We’ve got the golden goose literally eating out of our hands. We’re set for now. Take a load off. I’ve got Sophie.” He points to the door. “Go.”

Fine. I lift my hands in a gesture of surrender. “I’ll go. I’ve got an errand to run anyway.”

“Great. Do that. While you’re at it, make a call to the headhunter. The twit’s calling me now. I’ve got zero opinion on who you hire. Just find someone.”

“Like it’s so simple to hire an assistant to help us in what we do.

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