Barbara Wallace - One Night In Provence

Which was good. Planning kept him from brooding, and he despised brooding. There was nothing he could do about the tragedies life dealt him. He hated that he was forever dodging a shadow of sadness. It was far better to distract oneself with living.

Or a beautiful woman.

Simon and Antoinette greeted him on his way to the elevator. He stopped to say hello, as he always did when visiting. They greeted him with their usual haughty stares.

Did his ancestors approve of how he was running their empire? He’d like to think he was doing a good job, but he was also aware that he was never meant to be the one running D’Usay International. Felix was the one who’d been groomed to walk in their father’s footsteps, and they both left very large shoes. Philippe did the best he could, but there were times when he wondered if they would approve of the changes he’d made. The expansion. The move beyond French flowers. Were they staring down in disdain or relieved their empire would continue even when the company no longer had a d’Usay in charge?

He supposed he wouldn’t know until it was all over for him.

And there he went, thinking maudlin thoughts when he had a beautiful woman waiting upstairs.

Considering what Jenna had worn on their previous two meetings, he expected to see her wearing something bright and touristy. The woman who opened the door, however, was gloriously sophisticated. His eyes skimmed her length appreciatively. The black cocktail dress was classically elegant, modest but revealing in all the right places. Arousal curled through him. “Tu es belle.”

She smiled appreciatively. “I’m going to assume it was a compliment.”

“It was. I said you look beautiful.”

To her credit, she took the compliment in stride, without the faux modesty he’d come to expect from his dates. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you .” He held out his arm. “Shall we?”

“Where are we going?”

So suspicious. He would definitely need to work if he wanted tonight to end successfully. The challenge was exactly what he needed.

He patted her hand. “Wait and see, Mademoiselle Brown,” he replied. “I promise you will not be disappointed.”

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