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East Bay. How about you? I hear an American accent. Your English is perfect.”
    “It should be. I’ve spent most of my life there. California too, as a matter of fact. Napa.”
    “Oh, wow , that’s one of my favorite places,” I say, a dreamy quality to my voice. “I do the whole touristy wine tasting thing every few months. I never get tired of it.”
    He’s staring at me intently now, looking me over hungrily. Or I wish that’s what that expression on his face means, but it could just as well mean he has to get back to work and I’m keeping him here. I squirm a little under his attention.
    “How do you know French so well?” I ask, trying to break the tension. If he wants to go, he can just go. I’ll keep up the banal conversation until then.
    “My mother is French. I have spent every summer and now many other months out of the year here.”
    “Wow, you’re lucky. The hotel lets you work here part time?”
    He smiles. “I have a very special position here at the hotel.”
    “Oh.” I don’t know what to say to that. He’s not wearing the bellhop uniform, and he’s not in a suit like the man at the front desk. Come to think of it, with that dress shirt and fancy jeans, he looks more like a guest than an employee. But he has a key to this meeting room or whatever this is, so he must work here. He didn’t correct me earlier when I mentioned it.
    A discreet knock comes at the door. We both stand.
    “Please, sit. I’ll see if it’s your key.”
    He goes to the door and speaks in whispers with someone I can’t see. It gives me ample time to study his backside which is as good as the front. I am picturing him hovering over me horizontally, between my legs, in perfect position for me to reach around, grab those buns and pull him into me …
    He turns around and comes back to the sitting area. “It wasn’t your key. But I spoke to the man there, and he’ll make sure it arrives soon.”
    “I can just go,” I offer, not sure now whether I want to go or stay. Paris is waiting out there for me, but this stranger, this man who has some kind of serious magnetism thing going on… I’m curious to know more about him.
    “No, please stay,” he says, sounding like he really means it. “I’ve been bored out of my mind for days, and I’d love to talk to someone who reminds me of home for just a little while.”
    I sit, not sure I believe that story. “How can you possibly be bored in Paris?”
    “I’m not here as a tourist. It makes a difference.”
    I nod, even though I don’t know if I could ever feel that blasé about this amazing place.
    “I’m sorry… I haven’t asked you your name,” he says, tilting his head in curiosity.
    “It’s Lilly. Lilly Rose.”
    “Beautiful. Like you.”
    I blush. It’s a cheesy line, but he could pretty much lay any line on me and I’d accept it happily. “Thank you. What’s yours?”
    “François. But you can call me Frank if you want. Everyone back in the U.S. Does.”
    “I prefer François,” I say, practicing saying the R the French way.
    “Very good. You have a nice accent.” He stands. “Can I get you something to drink? Sparkling water maybe?”
    “Sure,” I say, once again admiring the cut of his European jeans on his well-muscled backside. He has just the right amount of muscle on his frame - not enough to make him look like a gym fanatic, but enough to show he’s athletic and active. My mouth practically waters at the visions my brain is conjuring of him doing something athletic and active with me. Naked. I have to look away to get control of myself. I’m so not used to thinking about men like this and sex all the time. I’ve amped myself up over the idea of a sexy getaway, and now I’m going nuts with it. I’d better have sex with someone soon or I was going to be in trouble. I’ve been known to eat nearly my weight in chocolate when sexually frustrated. It’s not pretty.
    He hands me a cool glass of bubbly water, and I take a