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Belinda also felt a rush of anger pump into her blood. How could any woman forsake her own child? Didn’t his ex-wife know how some women longed to have children but couldn’t? Unable to control her stormy emotions on this sensitive subject, Belinda pressed, “I’m sorry, but she sounds like a terrible woman. I’m sure your son is a beautiful boy, and I couldn’t imagine any normal woman wanting to be away from him.”
“Thank you. He is a handsome little fellow,” Pierre beamed with paternal pride. “And, no, she’s not a normal woman. Now, please, let’s change the subject to something a little lighter…and sweeter.” He reverted to his teasing tones, and Belinda wanted to lap up his innuendo like a kitten with a saucer full of milk.
“ Bonne idée ,” Belinda murmured the French term for ‘good idea.’
“I love your accent. ” Pierre took a step closer to her as he spoke.
He loved her accent? Her Boston accent? Really? Belinda looked downward and grinned, thinking how she had never heard a more delectable accent than his French one. But she wouldn’t reveal that to him; she would let a man compliment her for once without complimenting him or saying something self-deprecating.
“Thanks. So, a re you a…Monacan? I’m sorry, I don’t know the technical term for it.” Belinda blushed.
“ Monégasque ,” Pierre enunciated perfectly in that charming French accent.
“ Monégasque ,” Belinda repeated in her light but noticeable American accent.
“ Très bien . But actually, I’m from the south of France. I just have my restaurant here. Thousands of French and Italian workers commute to Monaco each day, you know.”
“I never would have guessed that!” She confessed, laughing at herself.
Pierre gave a breathy chuckle and replied, “I’m glad I could teach you something new. Maybe you could do the same for me.”
Belinda’s blush deepened. This man made her feel decades younger, a fact which both excited and frightened her. “Well, you clearly d on’t need any help with English,” she joked.
“That’s correct. But I’ve never made chocolate before. And I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. Teach me.”
Teach me . The words were a seductive command that Belinda was powerless to deny.
“An after-dark lesson? How scandalous!” Belinda flirted , not really knowing what she was doing. It had been too long since she had indulged in this kind of playfulness with a man. And she had never indulged in it with a man as devastating as Pierre.
Without further discussion, he took Belinda by the hand and led her from her apartment into the spring night. When they were outside, Pierre glanced at his watch. “Not just after dark. After midnight. Even more scandalous. Allons-y .”
“ Oui, allons-y . Let’s go,” Belinda whispered dazedly, inwardly screaming at herself when she tripped on the sidewalk and nearly toppled over the curb.
Pierre’s massive hand gently lifted her upright, and Belinda’s blush reached a flaming shade. Damn it, she had just ruined the façade that she was actually capable of walking gracefully in high heels. Licking her lips self-consciously and tossing her amber waves over her shoulder, Belinda unknowingly enticed Pierre even more.
“Here we a re,” Pierre whispered intimately, placing a hand on the small of Belinda’s back as she unlocked the door to the chocolate boutique.
“What kind of truffle would you like me to teach you how to make?” Belinda asked, flipping the lights on and heading to the refrigerator.
“Your most sinfully sweet one, of course.” Pierre winked and followed close behind her.
“That would be my Fatally Sweet truffle. The darkest chocolate your taste buds can imagine. More than 80% pure cacao. And an infusion of passion fruit in the center,” Belinda explained huskily, wobbling in her nervousness and wishing she could rip the high heel
Belinda also felt a rush of anger pump into her blood. How could any woman forsake her own child? Didn’t his ex-wife know how some women longed to have children but couldn’t? Unable to control her stormy emotions on this sensitive subject, Belinda pressed, “I’m sorry, but she sounds like a terrible woman. I’m sure your son is a beautiful boy, and I couldn’t imagine any normal woman wanting to be away from him.”
“Thank you. He is a handsome little fellow,” Pierre beamed with paternal pride. “And, no, she’s not a normal woman. Now, please, let’s change the subject to something a little lighter…and sweeter.” He reverted to his teasing tones, and Belinda wanted to lap up his innuendo like a kitten with a saucer full of milk.
“ Bonne idée ,” Belinda murmured the French term for ‘good idea.’
“I love your accent. ” Pierre took a step closer to her as he spoke.
He loved her accent? Her Boston accent? Really? Belinda looked downward and grinned, thinking how she had never heard a more delectable accent than his French one. But she wouldn’t reveal that to him; she would let a man compliment her for once without complimenting him or saying something self-deprecating.
“Thanks. So, a re you a…Monacan? I’m sorry, I don’t know the technical term for it.” Belinda blushed.
“ Monégasque ,” Pierre enunciated perfectly in that charming French accent.
“ Monégasque ,” Belinda repeated in her light but noticeable American accent.
“ Très bien . But actually, I’m from the south of France. I just have my restaurant here. Thousands of French and Italian workers commute to Monaco each day, you know.”
“I never would have guessed that!” She confessed, laughing at herself.
Pierre gave a breathy chuckle and replied, “I’m glad I could teach you something new. Maybe you could do the same for me.”
Belinda’s blush deepened. This man made her feel decades younger, a fact which both excited and frightened her. “Well, you clearly d on’t need any help with English,” she joked.
“That’s correct. But I’ve never made chocolate before. And I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. Teach me.”
Teach me . The words were a seductive command that Belinda was powerless to deny.
“An after-dark lesson? How scandalous!” Belinda flirted , not really knowing what she was doing. It had been too long since she had indulged in this kind of playfulness with a man. And she had never indulged in it with a man as devastating as Pierre.
Without further discussion, he took Belinda by the hand and led her from her apartment into the spring night. When they were outside, Pierre glanced at his watch. “Not just after dark. After midnight. Even more scandalous. Allons-y .”
“ Oui, allons-y . Let’s go,” Belinda whispered dazedly, inwardly screaming at herself when she tripped on the sidewalk and nearly toppled over the curb.
Pierre’s massive hand gently lifted her upright, and Belinda’s blush reached a flaming shade. Damn it, she had just ruined the façade that she was actually capable of walking gracefully in high heels. Licking her lips self-consciously and tossing her amber waves over her shoulder, Belinda unknowingly enticed Pierre even more.
“Here we a re,” Pierre whispered intimately, placing a hand on the small of Belinda’s back as she unlocked the door to the chocolate boutique.
“What kind of truffle would you like me to teach you how to make?” Belinda asked, flipping the lights on and heading to the refrigerator.
“Your most sinfully sweet one, of course.” Pierre winked and followed close behind her.
“That would be my Fatally Sweet truffle. The darkest chocolate your taste buds can imagine. More than 80% pure cacao. And an infusion of passion fruit in the center,” Belinda explained huskily, wobbling in her nervousness and wishing she could rip the high heel
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