“Why don’t you hang out with Jason?”
“I wish.” She made a face.
“What about Sebastian?”
“Who?”
“You know, Sebastian that we met at the pub. Xavier’s brother?”
“Oh, him.” She made a face. “He’s not really my cup of tea.”
“But at least he’d be someone to hang out with.”
“I suppose I could hang out with him if he really needed someone to chill with.”
“I don’t think ...”
“Fine, fine, tell him I’m willing to spend time with him on Saturday. He can take me to lunch or something.”
“Anna, I don’t even know if he’s free on Saturday.”
“If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll be free.” She jumped off of my bed and laughed. “Okay, I’m going to go and have a Jammie Dodger, want one?”
“No thanks.” I laughed. “You’re addicted to those cookies.”
“You mean ‘biscuits.’” She faked a British accent and we both laughed.
“You’ll be okay this weekend, right?” I gave her a small smile as she left the room and she nodded.
“I’ll be fine.” She smiled back at me. “I’m a big girl. I’ll find something to do.”
“I’ll buy you something nice in France.”
“Just bring me back a hot French man who knows how to French kiss and make pastries.”
“Sure, I’ll bring one for me and one for you.”
“You don’t need one. You have Xavier.”
“Anna, I don’t have anyone, let alone Xavier.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Plus, I don’t want him. He’s an ass.”
“An ass that’s good in bed.”
“Well, he wasn’t that good.”
“So you’d say no to seconds?”
“I don’t know.” I giggled and gave her a quick hug. “I’m going to miss you this weekend.”
“I’ll miss you too, but I expect you to have lots of fun and to tell me all about it. Even the orgasms.”
“Anna!” I exclaimed, shocked, and she just laughed. I sat down on the edge of my bed and closed my eyes. I had no idea why I had agreed to the trip so easily, but I did know that I was excited. I enjoyed spending time with Xavier and I was hopeful that this weekend would see us growing closer. I wanted to get to know the real him. The man behind the mask.
His View
I hung up the phone with the hotel and grinned to myself. Everything was going according to plan. All I needed to do now was call the press. I groaned as I thought about what I was doing. When did I ever call the press to alert them where I was going to be? But desperate times called for desperate measures. I needed the paparazzi to be there, if my plan was going to work.
“Max,” I spoke into the phone slowly wanting to make sure that he understood exactly what I was going to say.
“Prince Xavier, I wanted to apologize once again about what happened.” He began but I cut him off.
“I need you to get in contact with the press. I’m going to France. I’m staying at a small hotel in Giverny. I need you to make sure the paparazzi are there on Friday night.”
“Prince Xavier?” He sounded shocked. “Are you sure?”
“I’m not out of my mind, Max.” I closed my eyes and Lola’s face appeared. “At least, I don’t think I am.” I groaned.
“So you want me to call the press?”
“Yes.” I paused and took a deep breath. “And I need another favor.”
“Yes, sir?”
“I need you to get someone to barge into the room on Saturday morning. They need to pretend they are room service and they need to have a camera.”
“Sir?”
“Don’t question me, just do it.”
“Yes, Prince Xavier. Anything else?”
“That’s it for now.” I smiled as I hung up the phone. If everything went according to plan, I’d have Lola in Romerius before she knew it. Then I’d finally be able to get her out of my system. All I needed was a week. One week and I could go back to the way my life was before she came into it.
Chapter 10
“So this will be your first time on a train?” Xavier was surprisingly jovial when he picked me up on Saturday morning.
“On the Eurostar, not a train, period.”
“This will be my first time on the Eurostar as well.” He winked at me as we got on and took our seats.
“You’ve never been on the Eurostar before?” I looked at him in surprise.
“Oh, of course I’ve travelled on it before. This will be my first time having sex on it.”
“Sex?” My jaw dropped and I noticed an older lady giving me a disapproving look.
“Don’t advertise it to the world, Lola.” Xavier winked at me as we settled in.
“Advertise what?” I hissed at him.
“That this will be our first time.”
“I’m not having sex on the train with you.”
“Oh?” He leaned over and ran his fingers down my arm. “I thought that’s what we were talking about.”
“You are so inappropriate.” I shook my head at him. “You are my professor and my boss. You should not be making such comments.”
“What comments?”
“Comments suggesting that we’re going to have sex on the train.”
“Don’t you want to?” His fingers moved to my leg and I stilled.
“No, I don’t.” I whispered.
“I’ve always thought it would be an exhilarating experience to make love on a train.”
“Xavier!” I exclaimed loudly as his fingers ran up and down my thigh.
“Relax,” he laughed and pulled his fingers back. “We shall not break our train-ride cherries today.”
“You’re disgusting.” I shook my head at him. “And wildly inappropriate.”
“I’m just a man who likes to have fun.” He smiled at me. “And we’re not in the classroom now.” He winked at me and leaned back in his seat. “I think I’ll have a light nap. Wake me up if you change your mind.”
“The hotel looks ...” Xavier paused and looked around the lobby of the hotel we’d just entered, “... nice.”
I cringed at his sentence. The hotel looked like a dump and I knew it. The wallpaper was peeling and the floors were dirty and old. This wasn’t the place for a prince, and I wasn’t sure that I would have stayed here either.
“It’s fine, you can say it’s a dump. I can look for somewhere else if you want.” I asked hopefully.
“It’s fine.” He shook his head. “We won’t die from a little shabbiness.” He walked up to the front desk. “I’m here to check into the Presidential Suite.”
“The what, monsieur?” The man behind the desk frowned slightly as he spoke in a heavily accented voice.
“My assistant here booked a suite?”
I bit my lower lip as Xavier spoke to the front desk clerk. To be honest, I hadn’t paid much attention to what I’d been clicking when I’d made the reservation. It had been in French and I hadn’t had time to look at a translator to make sense of what the website had said.
“You made a reservation, right, Lola?” Xavier questioned me and I nodded indignantly.
“Yes, for two rooms.” I handed him the paper I had printed out. He then read it and handed it to the front desk clerk, who nodded. They then spoke rapidly in French, and I didn’t understand the conversation until Xavier said ‘merci.’ I knew that meant ‘thank you.’
“Merci beaucoup.” I beamed at the front desk clerk as Xavier and I left the lobby. I felt proud of my accent, even though that was one of only a couple of phrases I knew in the language.
“Did we get a suite then?” I frowned as I followed Xavier to the elevator.