Rosie White

Chapter 53

When we landed in Paris, Alex had a car waiting to drive us through the city to our hotel. I did joke that Alex didn't have his own place here. "You don't have holiday homes across the world?"

Alex shook his head, "No, I've never needed them."

"Oh. That makes sense, I guess," I replied.

"We can always amend that though, an apartment in Paris, a villa in Greece, a lodge in Austria," Alex shrugged, like he was talking about buying food shopping.

"Seriously? Just like that," I spoke, trying to remain calm and collected.

"Why not?" He added.

I was speechless and kept quiet the rest of the ride, watching the incredible monuments and scenery go past. It was late afternoon by the time we had arrived, and I was tired and ready for food and bed, but that would have to wait.

The hotel was glorious, beautiful and breath-taking. Alex was greeted as though they we're greeting a family member but judging by the way Alex seemed to know his way around the hotel and the suite we were staying in, my guess is he has come here before.

I've just finished washing up from the journey with a quick shower, when I exit the magnificent bathroom into the bedroom, which is definitely bigger than my whole apartment at home, I change into some comfy loungewear and make my way into the open space living, kitchen area. For a hotel, this is exactly like our own apartment.

Alex is stood at the breakfast bar, tapping away on his laptop in only a pair of grey joggers. I drop my eyes around the breakfast bar and eye the moulding of his jogging bottoms to his length. Hmm, looks like only jogging bottoms.

"Baby girl," Alex scolds. "Eyes up here."

I suck my lip in as I try to keep the blush at bay, how does he always know when I'm checking him out?

"Sorry," I mumble as I approach.

He closes his laptop and turns to me, stepping forward and pulling me into his arms. His head drops to my neck as his hands squeeze my arse, "Don't apologise, but we haven't eaten since breakfast, and I'd really like to get some food in you before I fuck you on every surface of this suite."

Wet arousal pools in my lower belly and I squeeze my thighs together, "Alex," I moan.

Before he can reply, a soft knock at the suite door snaps us both from our lusty haze. "That will be dinner," Alex replies, letting go of me and heading towards the door.

I watch as two workers roll two silver carts into the room. Alex slides each of them a note and closes the door behind them. I hop over to the two carts and peak inside each covered plate. There's enough food to feed a family.

"Alex, did you order everything on the menu?" I ask.

Alex nods, "Didn't know what you'd fancy."

I roll my eyes and grab a plate with a burger and a plate of cheesy nachos and take them over to the large dining table in the centre of the room. Alex drops down beside me with a plate of steak, fries and onion rings as well as a plate of creamy pasta.

"We're going to get fat if we eat like this every day we're here," I mumble, picking up my burger and taking a huge bite.

Alex smiles at me, "We're going to be doing a lot of exercise this weekend, so we will burn it off."

I stop chewing and turn to Alex with an unamused expression, "Having sex is not going to burn enough calories off Alexander."

Alex raises an eyebrow at me, "I wasn't talking about that exercise, I was referring to walking around the city. But, now that you mention it," Alex leans into my ear and whispers, "We will be doing a lot of that kind of exercise as well."

I roll my eyes again and go back to eating my burger, Alex is still close to my side as he speaks again, "Roll those eyes one more time, and I won't let you orgasm for the whole trip, and you'll be walking around with sore arse cheeks for next week."

I swallow audibly and turn to Alex, who's turned back to his steak and is digging in himself, smirking.

Arse.

***

After we ate last night and enjoyed snuggling under a blanket on the balcony overlooking Paris, Alex took me to bed and fucked me into an orgasm induced sleep.

This morning we ate pancakes on the balcony before setting off to explore the city. Alex had told me that today he was taking me somewhere, and that for the rest of the trip I could decide where I wanted to go.

Once again, I have no idea where we're going but Alex has told me it's the best surprise yet. I'm nervous but excited.

Our driver takes a scenic route through the city, pointing out famous monuments and explaining history behind different aspects. I'm mesmerised.

When the car comes to a stop in an area which I don't recognise as anywhere particularly significant, I turn to Alex who's unbuckling his seatbelt and handing our driver a tip.

"You remember the directions I gave you from here?" Our driver speaks towards Alex.

Alex nods, "I do, thank you."

I follow Alex out of the car, "Where are we?"

"Paris," Alex replies, pulling me to him and walking down the path.

"You are really annoying sometimes," I smile, pinching his side.

"You'll see, it's just a short walk from here," Alex replies.

I take his hand in mine, loving the feeling of walking freely through the most romantic city in the world.

As we continue walking, the crowds get bigger and the roads are busier with tourists. As we make our way through the crowds, my heart skips a beat when I see the famous pyramid shaped structure in front of us.

I squeeze Alex's hand and pull his arm closer to me, "Alex!"

Alex turns to me and smiles, "Yes baby?"

"Is this where we're going?" I ask, my breath catching in my through with pure excitement.

Alex nods, "It sure is, come on, I have booked us tickets already."

I wipe the stray tear from my cheek as I follow Alex towards one of the places on my bucket list.

Louvre Museum.