Page 60 of My French Love Affair

"This! All of this!” She gestures around dramatically. “There are literalGreek godswalking around this place, and you look like you’d rather be anywhere else."

"I don’t look like that.”

"Youdo," she insists. "You're intimidating enough as it is because of how stupidly beautiful you are. If you radiate that kind offuck off andleave me aloneenergy, then no one is going to approach you."

I blink at her.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Emma groans, exasperated. "You don’t want to dance withanyone?"

"Not even remotely."

"Why not?!"

"I don’t know," I admit. "I just… It’sexhausting. I’d rather be here, with you guys, enjoying my night without some stranger trying to spin me around and whisper in my ear like we’re in some bad rom-com."

"You do realise that’s half the fun, right?" Em sighs.

"Not for me."

She gives me a long look, like she’s debating her next move. Then, finally -

"Fine. But when you meet someone who completely derailsyour life, don’t say I didn’t warn you."

I snort. "I think I'll take my chances."

She shakes her head, clearly over trying to convince me, before Finn appears again, stealing her attention completely.

And just like that, I'm alone in the middle of the dance floor, still swaying slightly, still apparently radiatingdo not approach meenergy.

And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

But then, before I even have the chance to process what’s happening, a firm, steady grip finds my waist, pulling me into motion so effortlessly that it takes a full second for my brain to catch up.

It’s deliberate. Calculated.

And the second I register the way the movement feels too smooth, too practiced, I already know.

I don’t turn into him.

I don’t accidentally stumble into his arms.

He moves me into him.

I finally snap my head up, and a now-familiar pair of blue eyes are right there to greet me.

Frederic.

Those bright eyes of his are practically alight and filled with pure, devilish amusement. His grip on my waist is firm but effortless, and his body far too close to mine for my liking.

“You again,” I breathe, trying not to show how much I’ve been completely thrown by his presence, along with the girls’ earlier revelation about his identity.

He smirks. “You sound surprised,mon ange.”

I scowl up at him, instantly snapping out of whatever spell I was momentarily trapped in.

“Iamsurprised. I was enjoying my night.”

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