The next thing I knew, we were on a boat on the Seine.
As soon as we were seated, he slapped his forehead. “Oh! Forgive me,” he said. “I haven’t yet introduced myself. Je m’appelle Sebastian Mireux. Enchanté.”
He lifted my hand up to his lips and kissed it. I shivered and wondered for perhaps the hundredth time in the past ten minutes what the hell I was doing allowing a complete stranger to give me a tour of the city. Even if he was devastatingly handsome…
I looked up and noticed he was staring at me expectantly. “Oh! I’m sorry. My name is Emily Nichols. It’s a pleasure to meet you, too.”
“Emily,” he repeated, and I loved how he made my name sound so different.
“And what are you doing so far from home, Emily, and all by yourself, too?”
I sighed. “It’s a long story. Suffice it to say that I needed a break, I had the time and the money, so I decided to fly to Paris.”
“I’m surprised that such a beautiful girl isn’t here with her lover.”
I laughed nervously. “Oh no, there’s no lover. Not anymore.”
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