Veronica, August 2005
I'd fallen in love with Paris the moment I heard my man carry a whole conversation in French, sure, I had no idea what he was saying to concierge, for all I knew he could be arranging my kidnapping yet the words leaving his mouth sounded so unbelievably sexy but hearing him speak to me in French while we were having mind blowing, toe curling sex on the dinning table, well that was an incredible erotic experience and one that I hope to repeat many times during our short stay.
The hotel suite was unlike anywhere else I'd ever stayed, I'd become used to travelling with Shayla and although the rooms we booked we big enough for both of us to share comfortably, none of them compared to the luxury of this place, not to mention the view of the Eiffel Tower we got from the windows. Our hotel room in Hawaii could easily fit into the bathroom here, it was that grand.
There was a part of me that worried about how much Sam would have splashed out on the suite, at a guess I'd say more than what I'd earn in a week. Sam told me on the flight that this was his way of thanking me for taking care of him after the accident and as much as I tried to give him £100, thinking we were going to just another run-of-the-mill hotel, he refused and now I understood why, there's no way I could even cover half of what this suite would be.
"I'm buying us dinner." I demanded, finding a folder on the counter of the kitchenette but then soon realising I had no idea what any of the paperwork inside said. "I may need you to translate the menu for me though or I risk ordering us frog's legs or snails." I pass him the folder and he looks it over, picks up the phone on the counter and dials the number for room service and places an order for food, all in French, once he's done he hangs up the phone and gives me that cheeky smile.
"I ordered you a big plate of frog legs and snails." He laughs heartily as I swat his arm. "I told the lad on the phone that they were your absolute favourite and you want them with every meal."
"I'm going to vomit at the thought of anything slimy passing through my lips." I shudder for effect, making him laugh even harder.
"I've got something hard that you could pass through those delectable lips of yours Bunny." He winks at me and spanks me on my backside, making me giggle.
"I'll save room for a creamy dessert then." I tell him, walking over to where I left my dress on the floor, I step back into it and zip it up before gathering up my panties. Sam strolls up to where I am and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me tight against his naked body, the man is an adonis, chiseled and caved to perfection and my hands can't get enough of him.
"I packed your silky robe." He tells me, motioning his head toward the two small suitcases he left by the door when we entered. This makes me wonder what he did pack for me, given that he knows I don't usually travel light. "Don't worry, I packed enough to last you a week." He says, reading my mind.
"And you managed to fit it all into that tiny case?" I ask doubtfully, turning back to look him in the eye.
"No." He admits with a smile. "I managed to fill a case and some spilled over into mine because I only pack the bare necessities."
"Make up?" I question him
"Yes and hair supplies too."
"underwear?"
"seven pairs of panties, all in different styles and two bras, plus three dresses, two pairs of shorts, four t-shirts, a jacket just in case and three different styles of shoes." He tells me proudly but I notice he left something off of that list.
"Pyjamas?" I ask and watch his face fall as he realises he didn't pack me any.
"You don't sleep in pyjamas back home." he reasons with me, looking super guilty.
