Page 146 of My French Love Affair

His eyes briefly meet mine in the rearview mirror, and his tone is matter-of-fact.

"I work exclusively for Monsieur Moreau."

I gape at him.

I accused him of trying to abduct me. I yelled at him for trying to steal my taxi and scoffed when he proposed to share it.

And all along, it washis own goddamn car.

I sit back against the seat, horrified as memories of that morning replay in my mind with gut-wrenching clarity.

No wonder he knew exactly which hotel I was staying at. His driver had been the one to drop me off there.

No wonder he hadn’t been remotely annoyed when I’d stormed into the car, ranting about how women get abducted in foreign countries. He’d beenamused.

And suddenly, I need to know why.

I lean forwards again, my voice more urgent now.

"Why didn’t he say anything?"

The driver’s expression remains unreadable as he keeps his eyes on the road.

"Pardon, mademoiselle?"

"When I got in the car. When I accused him ofstealingmy taxi -" I emphasise the words, still horrified by them. "Why didn’t he correct me? Why didn’t he tell me it was his car?"

The driver exhales a quiet laugh.

"Perhaps Monsieur Moreau enjoys a little entertainment."

I blink. "So he justletme make a fool of myself?"

He shrugs.

"It would appear so."

I sink back against the seat, covering my face with both hands.

Frederic had let me go off on him. He’d let me sit inhiscar, fuming with self-righteous anger, accusinghimof stealing it-

And the whole time, he’d just been enjoying himself.

I just don’t understand it. Can’t make any sense of it.

If it were anyone else, I’d have expected an immediate correction. A scoff. Maybe even an annoyed demand to get out and find my own ride.

And I would have been mortified, of course. I would’ve beenhumiliated.

I chew the inside of my cheek, frowning as I stare out the window, watching as the city lights blur past.

There’s more to this man than I realised.

And I don’t know whether that excites or terrifies me.

By the time the car pulls up in front of the restaurant, I’m still stuck in my own thoughts, my fingers tightening slightly around my clutch as I take in my surroundings.

The restaurant is stunning.

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