Double Dealing: A Menage Romance(35)

Instead, the official nodded as he looked at my documents. "You will be staying a month, Miss Burrows?"

I nodded. "Yes, my boyfriend invited me to stay with him in France."

"He is a French citizen?"

"Yes. He's over there," I said, pointing toward the other line where Felix and Francois were waiting behind an old couple who looked like they'd probably been married somewhere around the time Garbo was lighting up the screen. Thankfully, the official didn't care which of the brothers was my boyfriend, he just glanced over and then back down at my papers.

"I see. Well then, enjoy your stay in France," the official said, stamping my passport. The papers already carried a Mexican stamp as well, an actual one that we'd paid dearly for after the fake passport. He handed it back to me, and I waited a bit for Felix and Francois to exit their line. As usual, they were bickering. It was amusing.

"We could have been through faster," Francois griped. "You were the one who had to get behind the deaf people."

“It was the shortest line," Felix replied patiently. "Besides, it’s not like we’re that inconvenienced. You see, Jordan is just fine, thirty seconds of unprotected exposure to France has not harmed her. Come, let’s go to the house."

Francois grumbled but held his words, seeing the amusement on my face. He hated that I chuckled at the bickering he and Felix had, I think because in his eyes I was laughing at him more than just being amused by the whole situation. “Let’s catch the bus."

"Why not the train?" I asked. "Wouldn't that be faster?"

"Yes, but Felix here doesn't like the cameras and security all over the train platforms," Francois explained in what sounded more than a little like patronizing good humor. "Not after just getting off of a plane."

The bus from the airport into Paris was crowded, but nothing I hadn't expected. Francois sat next to me while Felix sat across the aisle of the bus, which was packed with a lot of Asian tourists. I noticed a few words of Japanese that I'd picked up in the few weeks I'd worked at the JANM, and snickered behind my hand.

"What is it?" Francois asked, leaning over.

"The man up there was saying this wasn't like Disneyland," I whispered. "I guess he thought France would be like It's A Small World or something."

Francois laughed quietly and nodded. "That happens a lot. And what are your expectations?"

"Romance, excitement, lights, and good food," I replied. "Think Paris can provide all of that?"

“That and more," Francois purred in my ear. "In fact, if you aren’t careful, you may end up seduced by it."

The soft whimper in my throat made us both chuckle, mine weaker than his. It was one of the other differences between the brothers. With Felix, the month in Mexico had been filled with intimate, sensual encounters that were as much explorations of each other's souls as they were of our bodies. We'd had sex in bed mostly, where I was left blissfully satisfied every time.

With Francois though, there was a thrill of adventure and naughtiness. With just a single phrase or twinkle in his eye, I was left helplessly aroused, ready to jump his bones in just about any situation. For us, sex was athletic, passionate, and hot. We'd pushed boundaries that I'd never done before, including in the waters of the Gulf of California while Felix rested on the sand only fifty yards away.

"Always talking about seductions, tsk tsk. You are too naughty, Francois. Where does that come from?" I asked, patting his knee. "You know I'm only one woman."

"With a depth of soul more than able to handle two men," he whispered back. "But shhh, we don't want to scare the tourists too much. They might think us Europeans as nothing but a bunch of sex-crazed maniacs."

"You are a sex-crazed maniac," I teased back, causing him to give me another one of his rakish smiles. With his glistening white teeth, slightly dusky skin from his Romani heritage, and rugged good looks from the blend of his backgrounds, my body tingled, most of it focusing between my legs. The fact that I was wearing form-fitting jeans added to the tingles.

The ride into Paris was sweet agony with my body humming and Francois knew it. Every time I started to regain my composure, he'd supposedly innocently brush his forearm against mine, or his knee would rub against my thigh. It was just enough, even through the winter clothes we were wearing, to keep me trembling. "You're being incorrigible," I hissed at one point when his tricep just happened to rub against the side of my breast, my nipple hardening to a pebble inside my bra. "I swear I'm going to spank you for it."

"Oh, you like that too?" he whispered with a grin. "Careful, you just might get the chance."

Felix, on the other hand, just rolled his eyes at our banter. For him, sexual talk was usually confined to more private encounters, and he was never as blatant with his affections in public as Francois.

The bus rumbled to a stop near the Arc D'Triumph, and everyone got off. From there we took a taxi, leaving the tourists to their organized group. Taxis in France are much smaller than the ones I'd gotten used to in Los Angeles, and I felt jammed in, even with just Felix in the back seat.

I was shocked when we stopped on a wide, cobblestone street next to the river. "What are we doing here?" I asked, looking around. There were no apartments or houses nearby. "I thought we'd drop our bags at the house, you said."