Page 62 of My French Love Affair

It’s all just a big game. A challenge, a battle of wits - and I know he knows it, too.

His smirk deepens.

“You’re thinkingveryhard,mon ange.”

I grit my teeth. “If you call me thatone more time-”

“Then tell me your name.”

I blink.

He looks at me like he’s just laid the best trap of the night, and I drop my hand away from his, stepping back slightly to create some space between us.

“Not a chance.”

His expression flickers with amusement. “No?”

“No.”

He exhales, then lets his hands fall from my waist. The movement is so deliberate, so infuriatingly controlled, and even though I’m the one that moved away first, it feels like he’s the one that’s actually choosing to let me go.

It’s his turn to step back now, ever so slightly, and I watch as he tilts his head.

“I’ll find out,” he says simply -confidently, even.

I clench my jaw, refusing to let his certainty bother me.

But he says it like he’s already won. Like it’s just a matter of time before I give in.

Maybe that’s what pisses me off the most - the way he acts as if this is some game he’s already playing a few moves ahead of me.

“It’s a shame,” he muses lightly, just loud enough for me to hear. “I would have preferred to have heard it from you, but I suppose I’ll have to ask someone else.”

“Askwho, exactly?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says, though the sight of his smirkdeepening tells me that he absolutely does. “Maybe one of your friends?”

He tilts his head toward where Emma and Jas are still dancing, completely oblivious.

“They seem…delightful.”

My jaw clenches tightly as I grit my teeth.

Fuck,this man is irritating.

“You wouldn’t.”

He lifts a brow. “Wouldn’t I?”

Andgoddamn it, I can see it now.

Emma, absolutelythrilled by the situation, spilling my full government name, address and date of birth before I even have the chance to stop her.

Jas would be a little more reserved, I think; though I still have a feeling that she would definitely hand him my first name - mostly to watch me suffer.

“You’re a nightmare,” I grit out.

His expression doesn’t waver. “So I’ve been told.”

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