Paris (Entangle Me Book 4) by Maggie Way Read Free Book Online Page A

are hiring a car and will drive up to stay at the chateau tonight, giving us plenty of time to start setting up in the morning. Tristan is arriving on the day with the bridal party, and will ensure everything is smooth from the guest’s side of things. It might be all smooth sailing, but I’m trying my best to suppress my disappointment and how things have turned out with Tristan.
    I thought that things were going well with him, I was about to give him my all and then Victoria turned up. I don’t know what’s going on between them but I sure as hell know that I don’t want to start anything with him if she’s going to be in the picture. Nonetheless, I’m here to make Marie and Alain’s special day come true. Well, actually two special days.
    It’s 2pm and I’m lounging with Gabe in my hotel room. We’re going to drive up to the chateau in a few hours so I’m just sitting at the table, working on my laptop.
    “I didn’t think it was possible but I feel even more fab in Paris,” Gabe teases his hair as he admires his reflection in the mirror opposite my bed. Having just gone through the final guest list, I’m reading through a critical email I have drafted to the manager of the château for tomorrow’s ceremony, Pierre. 
“Get a beret and bicycle, you’ll be all set,” I suggest.
“Don’t forget the bread stick. God, the bread is good here.”
    Yup, so are the pastries, the cheese, the fruit...I could go on. 
    “Speaking of food, I’m so darn excited to try the wedding cake. I can’t believe they ordered a pink champagne flavoured cake! What an insanely awesome idea. Eat cake and get tipsy at the same time!” he chuckles.
“Mmmhmm, genius idea.” I press send on the email to Pierre, going back to check my inbox. Everything has been dealt with, think I will just send one final confirmation to the restaurant.
 
    Gabe scoots back from the mirror, clearly content with his hair for now and sits down at the table opposite me. 
“So, why are you not hanging out with your man? I mean, I know I am way better company but you two should be making out like a couple of teenagers right now.”
Any mention of Tristan gets me irritated and I continue looking at the screen. Ever since I made it clear I did not want to hang out with him other than in a work capacity, our communication has been strictly limited to emails. He’s still asking to hang out, but frankly I don’t want to. I just want to put a wall of work between us as it distracts me from the mountainous frustration I feel about his ex being here, and how angry I am that he has been hanging out with her. Ever since that day where she practically snatched him away, it’s hard for me to be in the same room as him.
    I feel like a fool for thinking things were going well, that he was opening up to me. I even thought that we were about to...never mind. It’s not going to happen, not in Paris.
    “He is not my man, he’s just my boss.”
“Yeah right, your boss who practically drools every time you walk in the room. What’s wrong, why have you been so snarky towards him lately?”
    “He’s been...never mind.” A gorgeous blonde throws herself at him, and they are in Paris together. Hardly my dream situation.
    He wants you, I know that for a fact.”
I shrug my shoulders, keeping my eyes glued to the laptop. Yes, Tristan wanted to have dinner with last night, yes, he wanted to take me to the Louvre the day before, and Palace of Versailles the day before that. But I said no, and opted to do all of those things with Gabe instead. I’m not going to compete with a woman for a man’s attention. “Yeah right, did he ask you to say something?” I suggest tersely, sceptical of why Gabe is still so persisting on this matter.
    “He doesn’t have to because he is always talking about how annoying you are, how bossy you are, how bitchy—”
“Oh gee, he sounds like my biggest fan! Not.”
    Gabe chuckles loudly. “No, he is clearly gaga for you