Falling For Her Boss

He smiled and brushed the tear rolling down my cheek. “I know what a whore is, and you are definitely not a whore, or a cliché.” He sighed. “Is this why you don’t want me to meet your parents?”

I nodded. “Partly.”

“Now, let’s address your other comment. Poor waif? Do I make you feel like that?”

I felt another tear sitting on my lower lid. “Sometimes I think you think I’m a little naive.”

He gently brushed the side of my face and caught the tear that escaped my eye. “I’m sorry. It’s just, in the past, the women I was with were a little…they gravitated to certain things and expected me to provide them.”

“I told you. I’m not like the other women.”

“I thought that was your way of telling me you’re a virgin.” He smiled.

“It was, but I also meant I’m not with you because you can buy me things or take me places. I am with you because I like you. I want to get to know you.”

“Me, too.”

“You’re a virgin?” I smiled.

“No.” He smiled and kissed me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. This is new for me. So I need you to be patient.” I nodded. “Forgive me in advance if I slip up and buy you a gift or three.” He brushed the tear away on my cheek. “Okay?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“There is one thing I really want to do, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“What is it?”

“I’m taking you to Chanel and buying you a little something.”

“Phillippe…”

“No. You will not leave Paris without a little something from Chanel.”

“You really want to do this?”

“Oui.”

“Très bien.”

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phillippe

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I finished my coffe

e while Gabriella finished getting ready.

“Je l’aime.”

I looked up at Marie. “I like her too.”

“Huh.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Vous êtes dans l’amour.”