Ace

Chapter Six

By the time I got to Paris, I was exhausted. I hauled ass from Rome after spending the day with Mother. We went shopping for baby items.

Today was my first day at Vogue Paris. I'd been to the building many times for board meetings when I was anchored in New York.

I couldn't help but feel excited. After all, this was the beginning of a very beautiful chapter.

I made my way to work, it was only a couple blocks away from my apartment. I knew I was on the 53rd floor. I'm sure my office has a beautiful view of the city.

I made my way to the receptionist and she directed me to my office. It had window walls and I could see the Seine. I looked so peaceful. My office was a blank slate, and that made me smile. I decided to go shopping for decor this weekend.

My office was medium sized and had an attached bathroom. A lot more fancier than my office in NY. I put my Hermès bad in the wardrobe in the bathroom and sat down at my desk. I went through the agenda and did some last minute details on the next issue that was coming out in a week.

When I looked at my watch it said 12:24, so I though I'd go to this nice bistro I saw down the street for lunch. I made my way out of the office and waved at Anne, my PA. She was super sweet and efficient in her job. When I first started at Vogue I was Anna Wintour's PA, and she taught me more than I could have ever dreamed about.

I got a sandwich and decided to go for a walk by the Seine. Nothing was more calming than walks by the river. It brought me peace. I was starting to get less nauseated, so that was fantastic. My back was starting to hurt more, but other than that everything wasn't too bad. Except my undeniable craving for fried food. And there was no way I was giving into that. I refuse to eat unhealthy food. I made my way into the building and just when I get on my floor I get knocked down. I was waiting to hit the floor, but it never came. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a very handsome man.

He spoke first, "Sorry ma'am I was just trying to get to a meeting."

I start dusting my clothes off.

"Oh it's fine, don't worry."

He stuck out his hand and gave me one of killer charming smiles. I knew his type. The ladykiller under the gentleman facade. His smile made me go weak at the knees. Damn these pregnancy hormones.

"James, Archer James."

I quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked. "Do you always introduce yourself like Bond?"

He smiled. "Sometimes."

I took his hand sand said, "Anastasia Chevalier."

He smiled, again. "Can I call you Asia?"

"If I can call you Archie."

He laughed. He had a beautiful laugh. "Done."

"What do you do here?"

"Oh I'm one of Vogue's lawyers"

"Nice. I'm one of the senior editors. I was surprised to hear English for the first time in weeks."

"Oh I just moved here's couple of months ago. I'm from London. Where are you from?"

I smiled, "A little bit of everywhere."

"Maybe you could tell me about it over a date sometime..." He looked hopeful.

I shrugged, "I'm not looking for a relationship."

"Well maybe for a friend then, since you're new in town.."

I checked the time on my watch and realized I needed to be working.

"I'm on the 53rd floor. Stop by anytime."

I turned, sent him one of my own killer smiles, and made my way up to my office. I think I just made a new friend.