The Billionaire’s Desires Vol. 1 by Emma M. Green Read Free Book Online

mind is spaced out above my satiated body. He just took me on the ground and the spontaneity of it has set me on fire. I didn't think I was capable of losing control like that, of letting myself go in such an extreme way! As I rise, I try to say something witty, to make this intimate encounter a little less embarrassing.
    “I owe you a bottle of cognac.”
    “You can pay me back later. In kind.”
    He gives me a naughty wink, then shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and turns away, indifferent and inaccessible once again.

6. Hanging images
    I have to forget.
    The chateau seems so far away, even though I often go back there in my wildest and hottest dreams. But I soon fall back into my Parisian routine and the handsome face of Gabriel Diamonds gradually fades in my memory. After the divinely memorable sexual encounter in the cellar with the vaulted ceilings, I took a train back to Paris without seeing my handsome and mysterious lover again. I invented fake answers for my interview and normal life resumed its course, between parties with friends and work with Eric and Emilie. One thing did change, though: I have a lot more self-confidence than before. After this kind of experience with such a handsome man, I feel prettier, more desirable, less transparent! That incredible weekend awakened the woman sleeping inside of me. And although my adventure with Gabriel is now in the past, I can't stop from thinking about him night and day. More than a simple physical attraction, there was something undeniable between us. An intense, irrepressible alchemy that I couldn't fight. You don't come out of that type of encounter unchanged. Here's the proof: whenever I pass by some random man with a silhouette or scent similar to Gabriel's, I can't repress my disappointment when I realize it's not him.
    I should probably think about going to see a shrink.
    My Bruno Mars ring tone goes off as I exit the metro station. Marion's picture appears, I answer, mentally preparing myself for her next lecture. My best friend thinks that I'm “too good” to be obsessed with a billionaire with top model looks. It's been a while since I stopped talking to her about Gabriel, but she has the annoying tendency of always bringing the subject up.
    “Amandine, want to do something on Friday?”
    “Sure, what did you have in mind?”
    “Shopping at Bercy 2, lunch at Bercy Village, and a exhibit at the European House of Photography.”
    Actually I'd rather spend a lazy day at Daumesnil Lake or in the Boulogne Forest, preferably in the middle of December. This is going to be a hard choice...
    “OK, I'm game!”
    The House of Photography is one of my favourite places to go and get a little inspiration. I love the building located right in the middle of the Marais neighbourhood. The cobblestone courtyard, the old mansion full of huge breezy halls, the cafe in the cellar with the vaulted ceilings...I like walking through the enchanting building as much as the exhibits on display in there. I feel calm there, soothed. There's almost nobody there on Friday, and it feels like we have the museum to ourselves, which is rare in Paris! After a light lunch (a vegetarian salad and a detox tea, Marion's new craze), we go down to the Saint-Paul subway station to get to the exhibit. The one last month literally blew me away. Susan Paulsen's series of small colour photographs was marvellous, her everyday portraits both poetic and touching. Specialists consider her work to have the luminous beauty of Vermeer's canvasses, but I was simply enraptured by the charm of her perspectives – the expressive smiles and artistic blurs which travelled through the glossy paper, reaching out to touch me. I don't know what we're going to see today, Marion loves to surprise me. I hope for some more of those simple and authentic emotions, to get my mind off of everything, from reality, from the pangs of longing I feel for him.
    Marion walks into the museum first, and when we check our coats, she