62 Days by Jessie M Read Free Book Online

‘waiting for Mark’ spot by the window at 7am Friday morning. He arrives and I’m summoned by text and downstairs I go. No going back now. This is it, the start of Rachel Collins’ naughty French experience. He takes my bag from me and I get in the car. I can’t help but notice that he is looking even hotter today. It must be the ‘don’t give a toss’ scruffed up jeans and black t-shirt look, I’ve always liked that kind of thing on men. He gets in and we take another look at each other. I really can’t deny it any longer. Mark is sensual with a capital S. He oozes sex appeal from every pore of his body and right now it’s oozing my way.
    “ Got everything?” He asks finally.
    “ Yep, passport, toothbrush. What more do I need?”
    “ Your bag was rather heavy for a passport and toothbrush.”
    “ Ah well, wasn’t sure of weather and going out… had to bring a few choices.”
    “ Half your wardrobe more like.” He gives me a very sexy grin and a little eye flash. That got my wave on a gentle roll.
    We set off in a mutual smiley mood.
    “ We’re leaving London at 10am, so should be there at 2.00pm local time. We can drop our things off and still have time to do a few things after that.”
    “ Okay… I suppose you’ve been before?”
    “ Several times.”
    Oh, I see… He’s a serial dirty weekender is he? Well, of course he would be, wouldn’t he… being more than a little gorgeous looking and extremely loaded… why not? I try not to let this fact influence my enjoyment factor. This is a first for me. I’ll pretend it’s a first for him as well.
    Our arrival at the Eurostar terminal set the theme for the whole weekend. We parked the car and made our way inside St Pancras station. We avoided the long check in queue snaking its way across the concourse and were dealt with in two minutes flat at the empty Eurostar business premier desk. After that we went through security and passport control into our separate premier lounge to wait for the train. Mark took me upstairs where it’s nice and quiet and there we sat for a while. We were then asked very nicely if we would like to board the train. Well, I could get quite used to this lifestyle. Shame it’s just the three days in my life. I’m sure the usual travelling abroad process is not as wonderful as this is turning out to be. I send Suze a quick text to tell her I’m Princess Premier Class today. She tells me not to wind her up whilst she’s busy doing nothing at work.
    The Eurostar itself was a lovely experience, being waited on with a little meal and champagne as we whizz along at 186 mph. I give Mark big smiles of appreciation. I can tell he is pleased that I’m pleased. He has a little glowy going on. I give a small cheer as we emerge from the channel tunnel and into France. After 25 years I have finally left the UK for the first time.
    I notice Mark turn his phone off. “Do you get a lot of calls about work and things?” I ask curiously.
    “ Not on this phone. It’s my personal one. Roni’s got my business one.”
    “ Roni?”
    “ Veronica, my secretary. She deals with all my work calls whilst I’m away. If there’s anything she can’t deal with she calls me. Very rarely though. She knows I don’t like to be disturbed when I’m taking a break.”
    “ Is it difficult being you Mark?” I can imagine he has a lot of stress and pressure running a company. With wealth comes great responsibility.
    “ Sometimes it can be more than a little taxing to be truthful.”
    I’m guessing that’s an understatement in reality. I suddenly feel very privileged that he has taken a day out of his stressed executive schedule to whisk me off to Paris.

NINE
    We get off the train nearly three hours later with our bags and we’re through the Paris terminus and out looking for a taxi. In thirty minutes we are dropped off outside our Champs Elysee hotel.
    Actually no, not a hotel at all… palace is a more apt description. We are led inside our