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.On one side was a shower big enough to fit four fully-grown men and next to it, a square bathtub so huge it could fit three people with room left over.Three shelves on the side of the tub were filled with books and magazines.A flat-screen TV was mounted to the wall.Installed into the ceiling was a window displaying the clear, starless sky above.Forget the suite.I'd live in this room.Of course, I intended to make use of the tub before I gave up this suite.But for now, showering was a priority, followed by dinner.Andrew would be arriving soon.I walked back into the suite ten minutes later dressed in a robe, and after checking the time difference between Paris and New York, I requested the receptionist connect me to my parents’ home number.The line crackled for a few seconds before it cleared.My younger sister, Marley, answered the phone.God, I missed her.She was my best friend and confidant.Mom and Dad were visiting some friends.I told her to tell them I had arrived safely and would try again later.After disconnecting the call, I quickly dressed just as room service delivered my dinner.My family had been my cheerleaders through the times I needed therapy and they had been there for me after my divorce.I hated how weak I had been at the time.However, I had later realized, in order to be strong, I had to be weak first and learn to fight my demons.It hadn't been easy, especially since I was dealing with self-esteem issues on top of everything else.When I was well enough to pick up the pieces of my life, I had visited my agent in New York.Even though it’d been almost six years since my last modeling gig, she'd been pleased to help me find some modeling jobs outside the country.When she told me Curves Fashion House had let go of their former “Face of Curves” and were still searching for someone who'd represent their brand, I had jumped at the chance.I needed space and distance to think about what I planned to do with my life once I returned back home.So, Marley had literally packed my luggage for me and sent me on my way.Andrew arrived fifteen minutes into my meal.After pulling me to his huge body for a hug, he kissed my cheeks, and shrugged out of his coat, tossing it onto one of the chairs.Then he sat across from me as I continued with my meal.He raised his eyebrows, his blue eyes twinkling with merriment."What the hell did you do to St.Germain?"My drumstick-filled hand halted at my mouth."Why? What did he tell you?"He laughed."I've known him for five years.I've seen him treat his women with respect, literally laying his money at their feet to make sure they were happy.However, allocating one of his precious, expensive suites for any of them in his hotel? I never thought I'd see the day.""HE OWNS the hotel?"Andrew nodded."Shit, no." My hand fell away from my mouth, my hunger dissipating."What is he playing at?" I murmured, wiping my hand and mouth with the soft cotton napkin.Even the cloth felt classy.Andrew's eyebrows shot up."Apparently, he isn't the only one with their knickers twisted around their arse." He winked.I rolled my eyes, took my tray to the table, and plopped back on the bed."Is he always so… mercurial?"He shrugged."The Remington I've known for five years is laidback, almost to a fault.I can't wait to see how this plays out."I grabbed the folder with my program for the coming weeks."I can't stay here.This is just too much.Too expensive."He lifted a hand, waving aside my concerns."I'm sure St.Germain doesn't mind.""Still, I shouldn't.""What do you have against this?" He swept his arm across the room, sounding as though I was making a big deal out of nothing.It wasn't what I had against the room.How Remington affected me was what I was against.I wasn't ready for any kind of heart’s entanglement, and in his case, Remington made my heart sprint the extra mile.One thing I'd learned from my therapy sessions after being married to James was that whatever had happened in my life up to that point didn't define the rest of my life, or my future relationships.But also, I shouldn't go into a relationship blind, wearing my heart on my sleeve.So for now, I just wanted someone to flirt and go dancing with, have no-strings-attached sex, and then go back home and get on with my life.I had a feeling Remington was not Prince Charming, and he probably had no idea how to be that guy.He was the wolf who took chasing prey to a new level.When I left for France, I promised myself I wasn't going to dwell on my failed marriage.What good would it do me? It wasn’t as if playing nice would give me James back.He'd already moved on.And to think I'd sacrificed my career for his cheating ass.Taking a deep breath, I shook the memory away and focused on the folder now in Andrew's hands.I'd deal with Remington later."Let's go through my schedule.""Enough talking about St.Germain, I assume?" He grinned widely."Shut up!" I threw a pillow, hitting him in his face, but he kept laughing."You're allowed to move on with your life, Selene.Your ex was an arse."I cocked one eyebrow at him."I'm here in Paris, aren't I?""Touché, my lovely friend." He winked, and then lowered his eyes to the file."Ready for tomorrow's presentation at Lycée Saint Bernadette's?"With a huge grin on my face, I nodded.If there was anything I was looking forward to more than the fashion show, it was talking to adolescents and teens while here in France.Being The Face of Curves, I was asked to do presentations in schools, mixers, and other various events to promote the "Loving Your Curves is Sexy" campaign.I'd gladly accepted [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]