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to attend the university in France.
His mother had skirted the idea of being a legacy. At least, Liam thought so. Why else would Elise end up married to an attorney in the States?
Liam had already opted to run the D-Hotel empire, and Pierre had been delighted.
Yet his psyche was stuck on but one thing. Raven. Time ticked by too fast. He anticipated Friday night with her. After not talking for weeks, she’d agreed to go with him to see a movie.
CHAPTER 11
The wind flew through Raven’s hair as she listened to the sound of the Ducati’s engine. Her ankle-length maxi dress had been tied up to her toned thighs, yet it billowed softly in the breeze. Closing her eyes, Raven lay her head against Liam’s back. He pulled onto the highway, increasing the speed, knowing she wanted to go faster. As the lush landscape became a vibrant green blur, Raven’s chest rose slowly, taking a deep breath. The image of kissing him, truly kissing him, consumed her. Though the need to taste Liam’s lips was felt all through her bones, Raven did the next best thing: she squeezed her arms around his buff waist, coaxing him to go even faster.
Titillating urges at bay, Raven swung her leg over the seat and got off the bike. They were parallel parked near a set of brownstones in Raleigh. She undid the few ties at her dress, and the colorful material cascaded down her caramel legs.
Upon taking off her helmet, her hand glided over the side of her cheek and down her neck. Liam’s sexy scent was infused into her skin and swam in her bloodstream. She watched as he got off the bike and removed his helmet.
Eyes sparkling, she said, “You were supposed to go faster, Fatso. Now why are we at a museum?”
“Fatso, eh?” The left side of Liam’s full mouth cocked. Pools of liquid gold sparkled back at her as he looked her up and down.
“Yes, why are we at a museum? You promised me a movie; I also wanted you to max out the speedometer. You’re oh-for-two.” Raven licked her lips, unsure why she was being flirtatious, since their last encounter had her storming away from him.
“You’re precious cargo, I wouldn’t dream of going any faster with you at my side.” She pouted as he took her hand. “And yes, this is a museum; the curator has guaranteed we will be in Paris the moment we step inside.”
“Humph,” Raven said as they sauntered up the cement steps. An apology for their last encounter was on the tip of her tongue. Leaving had never been a choice for him, as it had been for her parents. Instead, she took the sucker way out. “You had this all planned out?”
“Of course.”
“Okay, Mr. Ambitious. What about the movie…” Raven’s voice trailed off as he opened the door. Music played softly in the background; she didn’t know the words, as the melody was in French. Every inch of the brownstone had been left unturned. There were historical artifacts and other enchanting possessions. A replica of the Eiffel Tower soared three levels high in the center of it all. But there were no other tourists or visitors. “Where is everyone?”
The warmth of his breath tickled her ear as Liam stood behind her. “I’ve considered all the points on how to get you alone. I paid admission for an entire business day. It was either this or lose my good graces with Granny by stealing you off to the real France, which would take much longer. I’ll be your guide, if you trust me. Oh, there will also be a movie at the end, since you insist–that’s the only time we’ll be in the company of a museum employee because I want as much of your attention as possible.”
“Hmmm, you've covered all the bases, Mr. Confidence.” Raven’s teeth tugged softly at her bottom lip. Apprehension reminded her that she’d been abandoned by him, no matter the cause.
Liam stepped around and looked into her eye. He held out a hand. “Do you trust me?”
Liam had to mean did she trust him as a guide to explain any of the items
His mother had skirted the idea of being a legacy. At least, Liam thought so. Why else would Elise end up married to an attorney in the States?
Liam had already opted to run the D-Hotel empire, and Pierre had been delighted.
Yet his psyche was stuck on but one thing. Raven. Time ticked by too fast. He anticipated Friday night with her. After not talking for weeks, she’d agreed to go with him to see a movie.
CHAPTER 11
The wind flew through Raven’s hair as she listened to the sound of the Ducati’s engine. Her ankle-length maxi dress had been tied up to her toned thighs, yet it billowed softly in the breeze. Closing her eyes, Raven lay her head against Liam’s back. He pulled onto the highway, increasing the speed, knowing she wanted to go faster. As the lush landscape became a vibrant green blur, Raven’s chest rose slowly, taking a deep breath. The image of kissing him, truly kissing him, consumed her. Though the need to taste Liam’s lips was felt all through her bones, Raven did the next best thing: she squeezed her arms around his buff waist, coaxing him to go even faster.
Titillating urges at bay, Raven swung her leg over the seat and got off the bike. They were parallel parked near a set of brownstones in Raleigh. She undid the few ties at her dress, and the colorful material cascaded down her caramel legs.
Upon taking off her helmet, her hand glided over the side of her cheek and down her neck. Liam’s sexy scent was infused into her skin and swam in her bloodstream. She watched as he got off the bike and removed his helmet.
Eyes sparkling, she said, “You were supposed to go faster, Fatso. Now why are we at a museum?”
“Fatso, eh?” The left side of Liam’s full mouth cocked. Pools of liquid gold sparkled back at her as he looked her up and down.
“Yes, why are we at a museum? You promised me a movie; I also wanted you to max out the speedometer. You’re oh-for-two.” Raven licked her lips, unsure why she was being flirtatious, since their last encounter had her storming away from him.
“You’re precious cargo, I wouldn’t dream of going any faster with you at my side.” She pouted as he took her hand. “And yes, this is a museum; the curator has guaranteed we will be in Paris the moment we step inside.”
“Humph,” Raven said as they sauntered up the cement steps. An apology for their last encounter was on the tip of her tongue. Leaving had never been a choice for him, as it had been for her parents. Instead, she took the sucker way out. “You had this all planned out?”
“Of course.”
“Okay, Mr. Ambitious. What about the movie…” Raven’s voice trailed off as he opened the door. Music played softly in the background; she didn’t know the words, as the melody was in French. Every inch of the brownstone had been left unturned. There were historical artifacts and other enchanting possessions. A replica of the Eiffel Tower soared three levels high in the center of it all. But there were no other tourists or visitors. “Where is everyone?”
The warmth of his breath tickled her ear as Liam stood behind her. “I’ve considered all the points on how to get you alone. I paid admission for an entire business day. It was either this or lose my good graces with Granny by stealing you off to the real France, which would take much longer. I’ll be your guide, if you trust me. Oh, there will also be a movie at the end, since you insist–that’s the only time we’ll be in the company of a museum employee because I want as much of your attention as possible.”
“Hmmm, you've covered all the bases, Mr. Confidence.” Raven’s teeth tugged softly at her bottom lip. Apprehension reminded her that she’d been abandoned by him, no matter the cause.
Liam stepped around and looked into her eye. He held out a hand. “Do you trust me?”
Liam had to mean did she trust him as a guide to explain any of the items
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