How to Resist Prince Charming(47)

He closed his eyes and sighed in relief. “God, yes! A nice juicy medium rare steak sounds like heaven.” Then he leaned closer, “They have French fries, right? I mean, come on. This is France. They gotta have fries.”

Lenna pursed her lips to fight her amusement. “They don’t call them French fries here.”

“Oh,” he said. “Well, of course not. They’re probably just fries, right?”

Holding in a spurt of laughter, Lenna glanced away to keep the giggle in. God, he was cute when he was utterly clueless. “Actually, they’re called Pommes Frites.”

“Tell me, Miss Davenport,” Richard said, interrupting her and Braxton’s private exchange.

Lenna lifted her face, a little embarrassed that she’d actually forgotten he was present.

“What kind of work do you do in America?”





CHAPTER 15




Braxton was able to slip in a little business conversation with his client over dinner, but most of the night was spent listening to Richard and Lenna chat in French. To his ears, she sounded like a native. The language spilled from her lips as if she spoke it daily.

Richard repeatedly complimented her flawless delivery, and she continued to blush. It didn’t take long for Braxton to grow jealous because his client was a little too delighted by her, but mostly he remained satisfied with how well she’d enchanted the other man. Smug relief filled him when it was his arm she clung to as they left.

“Au revoir,” she called to Richard, waving and beaming as Braxton ushered her away.

God, he loved being with her. She thrilled him, and challenged him, and touched something inside that gave him a sense of power and elation.

As they sat huddled close together in the back seat of the cab on the return ride to their hotel, she rested her head on his shoulder.

He tightened his arm around her waist and lifted his hand to stroke her hair. “Tired?”

“No, not really,” she answered, even as she snuggled closer. “I’m overwhelmed. This is all just so exciting and exotic. I feel like a princess.”

Braxton grinned. “Like Cinderella again?”

“No, this is different. I must be Sleeping Beauty this time around because today has to be a dream.” She sighed and relaxed against him. “The most amazing dream ever.”



When they arrived at the hotel, Lenna remembered not to thank Braxton as he held the door open for her. But she did give him a big, enticing smile as she passed. As he stared back, his eyelids grew heavy and his grin predatory.

Slipping his arm over her shoulder, he murmured into her hair, “I have to admit, listening to you talk French all night was definitely a turn on.”

They stopped at the entrance to their suite.

Braxton reached around her to unlock the door and let her precede him inside.

Lenna turned so she could face him. Walking backward into the room, she met his gaze and let out a husky laugh. “So, just how much did you like my French?”

His eyes lit with desire as he shut the door behind him and stalked toward her. “So much I’m glad Trousseau didn’t notice my raging hard on.”

Lenna giggled and coyly kept backing away but he snagged out a hand and caught her wrist.

“I’ve been hot and bothered all night,” he murmured, drawing her closer in order to kiss his way down her neck.

Lenna shut her eyes and sighed, tipping her face up to give him better access. “Pouvez-vou parler plus lentement, s’il vous plait,” she said huskily.

Braxton shivered. “God,” he groaned. “That sounds dirty. What’d you say?”

“I said, ‘please speak more slowly.’”

He threw back his head and laughed.

Lenna grabbed the front of his shirt and jerked him closer, wanting to run her tongue along his jaw. “Je voudrais une chamber avec sale de balcon,” she murmured in his ear and then nipped at the lobe with her teeth. “I’d like a room with a balcony. Est-ce qu’on peut nager ici sans danger?” she continued. “Is it safe to swim here?”

Braxton filled his hands with her hair. “I don’t need the translation,” he muttered in a thick voice. “Just...keep going.”

Grinning, Lenna kissed her way down the side of his neck. “Pouvez-vous preparer ma note, s’il vous plait?” she murmured and kept saying inconsequential phrases that seemed to drive him mad.

As Braxton backed her toward the bed, she ached for that all-consuming burst of animation she knew he could give. She wanted to wrap herself around him and live in this moment for the rest of eternity.

She refused to think about what lay ahead of them after they returned from their trip. She didn’t want to remember how Braxton was her dirty little secret and she only added to his complications at work. She just wanted this.

So, she took it. She took Braxton into her mouth and sucked him until he cried out her name in a hoarse voice and begged to be inside her. She relented only because she desired it as much as he did.

Later, when Braxton was wrapped around her and their bare legs were tangled together under the warm sheets, he rested his cheek on her shoulder and idly stroked her hip.

“I love being here like this with you,” he murmured drowsily.

Without answering, she stared up at the sculpted ceiling and kept playing with tendrils of his hair. But she smiled wistfully.