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

if you drive him nuts. Trust me on this.”
    I sigh loudly as I look up from my laptop.
“It’s Vic... that blonde girl.” I can’t bring it to myself to say her name. 
    “Who?” He pauses for a moment before clicking his fingers. “Oh yeah, her. Tall, thin, kind of bitchy looking?”
That’s the one. 
    “I met her the other day, not that it was voluntary.”
My ears perk up at his revelation. “What do you mean?”
“I was with your hunk of a man and when we got to the hotel lobby she was just standing there, waiting for him.”
Oh god, they have been meeting up regularly? My stomach churns pitifully. 
    “See, told you—”
    “Tristan was not happy to see her. And I mean that, like I could see his temples throbbing. He looked pissed off,” Gabe nods.
    I shift in my seat to lean towards him, interested to know more. “What are you talking about?”
    “Well firstly, as soon as we walked through the lobby, she practically charged towards us. Tristan kept saying ‘What are you doing here?’, ‘How did you know I was staying here’? It felt like she was...stalking him almost.”
Huh, come again? A gorgeous blonde wants to stalk Tristan? Yeah right. 
    “And then what?”
“Tristan kept trying to blow her off, saying he’s busy with work. But then she said she would totally tell on him and Tristan finally agreed to meet her later. Trust me, he did not look keen at all,” Gabe insists and I know he is telling the truth. 
“I don’t get it. They were exes...”
Gabe shakes his head. “Not to me. I’m not an expert on body language or anything but he did not look keen at all.
    Not one bit.”
    I purse my lips, utterly confused at this new found development. I’m supposed to believe that Tristan is less than interested in a gorgeous, rich blonde, but for some odd reason feels obligated to continue seeing her? Something is fishy, and it’s not the smoked mackerel I had for lunch. 
    “Anyway, I got a really creepy vibe from her. She wasn’t even charmed by me. Me, of all people!”
I gasp dramatically. “She’s a monster.” A fifteen year-old, clingy, borderline stalker monster. Sure, I’ve heard it all now. 
 
    Closing the laptop, I smile at Gabe. 
“I feel like dessert. Let’s go out for something quick before we drive up, yeah?”
    Gabe smirks. “It’s not going to help my waistline...but okay. I feel like crepes.”
    “Me too!” 
I get up to grab my jacket, keen to change topic. I’m not going to waste my time deliberating over a guy. Chocolate and friends will always be more fun. 

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Let’s get this show on the road. More specifically, this two-day extravaganza on the road. The drive to Chateau de Riviera was spectacular - Paris might be gorgeous with its cosmopolitan and rich history seeping through every brick, but driving through the countryside and outskirts of the city was an absolute privilege. I wish I was the passenger, not the driver. 
 
    It’s 10.45am and I’m just finishing up setting the chairs with the decorators. I’m dressed and ready to go in a tailored knee-length black dress, my hair up in a tight bun, my ears adorned with drop down silver earrings. I’m wearing silver pumps but secretly I wish I could wear sandals to walk through the grass, but I’ll get over it and be cautious not to get my shoes scuffed.
    Looking upon the lush garden, I’m thrilled with how it looks. The gardens surrounding the Chateau de Riviera are already a thing of beauty: with an abundance of lavender, lilacs and white lilies the natural perfume is tantalising mixed with the warm French air. The reception setup is simple but classy and elegant: forty white wooden chairs are perfectly lined up looking towards the arch at the front, which is decorated with yellow lace and pink rose buds. To the side of the chairs, there’s a long buffet table which will be setup with drinks and nibbles. Fortunately the whole reception is being held under a large shaded