Page 51 of My French Love Affair

"I think you get a real kick out of the fact that I don’t believe you," I answer.

"Nowthatis true,” he nods.

I exhale sharply, irritated by the fact that he won’t just admit to being a liar.

"You're absolutely insufferable.”

"And yet," he murmurs, his voice dropping just enough to be dangerous. "Here you are. Still entertaining me."

I narrow my eyes. "Yeah. Because youcornered me outside a bathroom."

"Details."

"Is this going somewhere, or are you just wasting my time for fun?"

His light eyes practically twinkle at that.

"Ah, yes. I still owe you, don’t I?"

I lift my chin, refusing to let him turn this into a game. "Yes. You do."

"And how do I repay you,mon ange?" he asks, his voice silky smooth.

"If you’re trying to get my number, you can get fucked,” I scoff, crossing my arms tighter.

"Iwasgoing to offer to buy you a new bikini, actually,” he says. “But if you’re offering…”

Oh, I almostscreamin frustration. This man really is something else.

But -no.I refuse to let him have the last word, or pull me into another one of his ridiculous traps like he did at the bar.

So I make a point of stepping past him, my movements deliberate and slow, so close that I almost brush his arm.

Almost.

"That’s cute," I say, my tone sweet yet deadly as my expression drops and my eyes narrow. "But I think I’d rather set myself on fire."

And with that, I walk away, leaving him standing there.

Screw the new bikini.

Screwhim.

Chapter Sixteen

Frederic

Iwatch her walk away, and for the first time in a long time, I laugh.

It’s quiet, under my breath, but it’s real.

Because she’sfunny.

And not in the way most women try to be around me. Laughing a little too hard at my jokes, feigning amusement at whatever I say just to keep my attention.

No. She’sgenuinelyfunny. Sharp-witted, quick-tongued, the kind of funny that sneaks up on you and catches you off guard.

And completely unimpressed by me.

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