FBI payed them three hotel
rooms in Bordeaux. Three, because newly-engaged Gigi and Hander wanted to share a room. However, Brad insisted they stay at his country house a few kilometres out of the city. They rested in the hotel the night they arrived and the next day they left.
Angelina was amazed by the views spreading all around his old, mansion-like house. It was located on the hills and there were huge grape plantations coloring the landscape purple.
Their first meal in France was a breakfast at Brad's house. Two hired servants didn't prepare a traditional french croissants and coffee but lemon bread and tea, as requested by Angelina, and grilled cheese sandwiches for everyone else. Crepes with homemade jam were their dessert and Brad's wine had to be tasted.
"Do you make this?", Angelina asked when she tried his wine.
"I pay people to make it. It's my grapes though, but I can't make it myself.", he responded.
The first day was a relax day from their long flight. Angelina went for a walk in the yard, while Gigi and Hander stayed at the house enjoying the sunset. Brad joined her.
"Why are you sighing?", Brad asked her after she did it.
"Everytime we start a new mission, I think how it could be my last one. And now I have a son, now I care more."
Brad hugged her as she stopped walking. "We'll be fine. Don't be affraid."
"I am not affraid, Brad. Just... I met them a year ago, they're really hard to catch. Don't be so relaxed."
"That's why we are here together. You know Bailey, we are pretending to be a married couple and with this story we came up with, we are going to be okay.", he let her.
"I'm giving you the right to kiss me now.", Angelina said and came closer to him.
He didn't hesitate, he leaned forward and gave her several small kisses then hugged her again and continued watching the sunset.
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Early next morning Angelina and Brad were already having drinks with Hugo and Bailey Moncreiff.
"Are you ready?", Angelina asked Brad quite confident and energized. "Sure you are. Let's go. And, remember. I am Valerie, you are John."
She pulled his arm and they walked to the door accompanied by Hander who pretended to be their security guard. Brad wore a navy blue suit with only a white shirt underneath and Angelina went for a less glamorous look in a printed maxi dress. They held hands. Two male servant greeted them at the door and they had been led to the terrace where Hugo and Bailey were. Hugo was smoking a cigare while standing by the stone fence and Bailey was in the pool swimming. When they came out on the terrace, Bailey got out of the pool and ran to hug Angelina without covering herself with a towel. Hugo still stood and looked suspiciously at them.
"Ah, bonjour, Valerie!", Bailey was happy.
Angelina didn't let her hug her while wet so she walked back, but still cracked a smile. "Hi."
"Who is monsieur?", she asked.
"This is my husband.", Angelina said and reviewed it in her mind to make sure she lied correctly.
"Hello!", Bailey said without faking a french accent like she did before.
"I'm John Rogers."
"Oh, oh, oh. I know you.", Bailey started and Brad didn't know what to do. "You're an actor. I know, I'm American.", she giggled.
Angelina came to his defence very calmly. "No, he's a surgeon."
"A good-looking one.", Bailey smirked. "Hugo, come meet them.", she said to her husband who soon approached the trio.
"Bonjour.", Hugo said unwillingly and went into the house with Bailey. "Come join us."
Angelina tapped Brad's shoulder. "I saved your ass.", and then she lowered her hand to his ass which made him smile.
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