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be special. What did he have in mind?
    “Cherie,” he said, a serious tone to his voice. “I have business in the south of France. Will you come to Nice with me? I promise it won’t take up all my time, I can show you around the Cote d’ Azure and I’ll have you back in time for your seminar next week.” He held his breath while he waited for my answer.
    “Alain, I would love that. When do you want to leave?”
    He has no freaking idea how badly I want to get out of this hotel, away from anything that could remind me of my bastard of a boss.
    “After breakfast,” he said, relief on his handsome face.
    “I’ll be ready.” I clapped my hands with uncontained glee.
    He threw back his head and laughed. I liked that I could have this effect on him, making him laugh out loud and look so happy.

Chapter 21
    “We’re not driving there?” I asked, as the limo stopped at the airport. I was disappointed; the limo was a wonderful way to travel, having Alain all to myself in the back of the limo where he was naughty as sin.
    He laughed. “No we’re going by chartered plane. It's the quickest way to get there.”
    I didn’t particularly like the idea of flying in small planes, it made me nervous. I was even more surprised when I learned that Alain was the co-pilot. “My second love,” he grinned, “after the vines.” He looked like a little boy, carefree and happy.
    He told me that if he didn’t have the vineyard, he would definitely have become a pilot. Because the vineyard was remote and he needed to do business all over Europe, it was quicker to fly. Since he was a boy, Alain had been fascinated with planes. I could tell how much he loved it by the glow in his eyes. It was so sexy; I couldn’t help but respond positively.
    What the hell. You only live once. It’ll be fun. 
    I willingly placed my life in his expert hands.
    We flew over mountains. It was beautiful. He pointed to a mountain peak and as far as my eyes could see; it was covered in pure white snow.
    “I will bring you there one day.” Alain promised when he noticed my excitement. “In winter—so we can make love in front of the fireplace.” He grinned, his eyes filled with lust.
    “It’s called Mont Blanc,” my sexy tour guide continued. A pang went straight through my heart. Mont Blanc, like the pen Maxwell had presented me with to sign my contract. The same pen he brought to my room and cock-blocked Alain with. Was it intentional on Maxwell’s part, pulling such a classic maneuver? Did he know what we were up to and deliberately use the pen as an excuse to get into my hotel room?
    I sighed, but fortunately, Alain was busy with the instrument panel and didn’t notice.
    Shortly after, we landed in Nice. I was relieved. Alain helped me out of my seat, pulling me close to him and planting a passionate kiss on my lips. I’d missed that. Warm liquid fire spread through my veins.
    “Your chariot awaits, mademoiselle,” he joked, as he held open the door to a canary yellow Porsche. Luckily I packed a small bag for this getaway and left the bulk of my luggage in Paris. The boot was scarcely big enough for our two bags.
    “My third love,” Alain said, with a twinkle in his eye.
    “Wow, I have a lot of competition,” I teased. “What’s a girl to do to get to first place?”
    He answered my question by pulling me into his arms, cupping my behind with both hands and pushing me into him. His ground his hips against me and I felt his erection through his snug fitting jeans. He groaned as he whispered huskily, “I think you know the answer to that.”
    My arms slid around his neck, I kissed him sweetly, my hands in his glorious thick black hair.
    Alain is so easy to please. Unlike Maxwell fucking Grant.
    I blinked a few times. Why the hell was I thinking of him? I pushed the memory of Maxwell’s eyes, shocked and hurt, out of my mind and concentrated on the man holding me now.
    Pushing myself into Alain, against his throbbing erection, was