Free ROMANCE: The French Billionaire (A Dark New Adult Billionaire Romance) (Billionaire Romance,Contemporary Romance,Untamed Billionaire,Short Stories) by Lisa Cartwright Page A
Authors: Lisa Cartwright
happy to come to my job armed, if you wish.”
Mignon nodded. “That is good. For myself, yes, bring the pistol with you every day. Someone should be able to keep me alive in case of trouble.”
Reynard said, “You should have listed that on your resume.”
“Yes, I should.”
Alain said, “Lunch is served. Prepare yourselves.” He placed four individual plates in front of Reynard, Emily and Mignon and the empty chair. He announced, “Bouchée à la Reine. Chicken breasts with morel mushrooms and onions. We will eat it with white wine and the béchamel sauce I prepared.” He placed four dishes with a simple salad and bottles of oil and vinegar in the center of the table.
Conversation stopped as they concentrated on the food. In fifteen minutes, it was gone and all sat back and wiped their mouths on the linen napkins by their plates.
Emily said, “That was magnificent. Alain, you are a wizard.” She happened to glance at Mignon when she said the words. Mignon glowed with pride.
Chapter Two
Emily signed some documents and left the incredible mansion. She drove past a car parked down the road a hundred yards. It demanded attention. Even in Los Angeles, a city known for conspicuous consumption, a Lamborghini Sesto Elemento stands out. Lamborghini extended itself for the Sesto Elemento. Built mainly of carbon fiber, the Sesto Elemento weighs only 2,200 pounds, no more than a small Volkswagon, and sports a V10 engine of 570 horsepower. It uses Prosaic heatproof glass to form the exhaust system and can run from zero to sixty in 2.5 seconds. It costs $2.2 million. It looks like someone put good aerodynamics on a shark.
Emily saw the driver of the car standing in the six foot high underbrush, looking back at the house with binoculars. She took a quick image with her phone and drove home.
The next day, Reynard showed Emily her desk and computer and the rooms in which the paintings were hung.
As they toured the huge home, Reynard said, “Are you from Los Angeles?”
“Yes. I was born in Hollywood and raised in the valley. You’re French obviously. Your English is excellent. When did you arrive in the United States?”
Reynard opened his mouth to speak and paused.
She knew when someone was lying because it had been discussed over dinner. People telling the truth don’t have to prepare beforehand. They simply go into a description of the event. It doesn’t flow smoothly. When they lie, they’ve prepared their statements before they say them. It flows without error and sounds like a speech.
Reynard said, in words that came out without hesitation, “I came here when I was seventeen. I attended school in New York and graduated from NYU. My family has been in art for six generations. They’re in New York City. I have three brothers and a sister.” As an afterthought, he added, “I wish I could see them more often.
Emily asked, “Do you know anyone who drives a Lamborghini Sesta Elemento?”
Reynard looked down and shook his head. “No. I wish I did. I’d ask to borrow it.” He rushed along to get to the next room.
Twenty minutes later, Reynard asked Emily to sit at her computer while he showed her the software for processing acquisitions. Emily noticed that Reynard hovered near her. She’s worn a very expensive fragrance that day in case he got close enough to smell her. She could feel his breath on her neck.
She, very carefully, turned her head to ask him a question about the software. He, just as carefully, turned toward her. Their lips were within an inch of each other. She glanced down at his lips. He began to lean toward her then, at the last second, turned his head toward the screen.
They played this game for a month. Emily did her job with admirable skill and dedication and tried to get as close to Reynard as possible. Reynard obviously enjoyed the game. But they never actually touched.
Chapter Three
Mignon and Alain continued mostly ignoring each other except when Mignon had a
Mignon nodded. “That is good. For myself, yes, bring the pistol with you every day. Someone should be able to keep me alive in case of trouble.”
Reynard said, “You should have listed that on your resume.”
“Yes, I should.”
Alain said, “Lunch is served. Prepare yourselves.” He placed four individual plates in front of Reynard, Emily and Mignon and the empty chair. He announced, “Bouchée à la Reine. Chicken breasts with morel mushrooms and onions. We will eat it with white wine and the béchamel sauce I prepared.” He placed four dishes with a simple salad and bottles of oil and vinegar in the center of the table.
Conversation stopped as they concentrated on the food. In fifteen minutes, it was gone and all sat back and wiped their mouths on the linen napkins by their plates.
Emily said, “That was magnificent. Alain, you are a wizard.” She happened to glance at Mignon when she said the words. Mignon glowed with pride.
Chapter Two
Emily signed some documents and left the incredible mansion. She drove past a car parked down the road a hundred yards. It demanded attention. Even in Los Angeles, a city known for conspicuous consumption, a Lamborghini Sesto Elemento stands out. Lamborghini extended itself for the Sesto Elemento. Built mainly of carbon fiber, the Sesto Elemento weighs only 2,200 pounds, no more than a small Volkswagon, and sports a V10 engine of 570 horsepower. It uses Prosaic heatproof glass to form the exhaust system and can run from zero to sixty in 2.5 seconds. It costs $2.2 million. It looks like someone put good aerodynamics on a shark.
Emily saw the driver of the car standing in the six foot high underbrush, looking back at the house with binoculars. She took a quick image with her phone and drove home.
The next day, Reynard showed Emily her desk and computer and the rooms in which the paintings were hung.
As they toured the huge home, Reynard said, “Are you from Los Angeles?”
“Yes. I was born in Hollywood and raised in the valley. You’re French obviously. Your English is excellent. When did you arrive in the United States?”
Reynard opened his mouth to speak and paused.
She knew when someone was lying because it had been discussed over dinner. People telling the truth don’t have to prepare beforehand. They simply go into a description of the event. It doesn’t flow smoothly. When they lie, they’ve prepared their statements before they say them. It flows without error and sounds like a speech.
Reynard said, in words that came out without hesitation, “I came here when I was seventeen. I attended school in New York and graduated from NYU. My family has been in art for six generations. They’re in New York City. I have three brothers and a sister.” As an afterthought, he added, “I wish I could see them more often.
Emily asked, “Do you know anyone who drives a Lamborghini Sesta Elemento?”
Reynard looked down and shook his head. “No. I wish I did. I’d ask to borrow it.” He rushed along to get to the next room.
Twenty minutes later, Reynard asked Emily to sit at her computer while he showed her the software for processing acquisitions. Emily noticed that Reynard hovered near her. She’s worn a very expensive fragrance that day in case he got close enough to smell her. She could feel his breath on her neck.
She, very carefully, turned her head to ask him a question about the software. He, just as carefully, turned toward her. Their lips were within an inch of each other. She glanced down at his lips. He began to lean toward her then, at the last second, turned his head toward the screen.
They played this game for a month. Emily did her job with admirable skill and dedication and tried to get as close to Reynard as possible. Reynard obviously enjoyed the game. But they never actually touched.
Chapter Three
Mignon and Alain continued mostly ignoring each other except when Mignon had a
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