The Bentley rolled into the front of Le voile noir and came to a stop.
Julien, eyes twinkling and lips twitching in a beautiful smile, turned to Valentina.
"Hey."
She returned his smile. It seemed to be the one thing she was doing constantly in the last week. Smiling a lot.
"Hey right back."
He groaned, closing and opening his eyes. "Are you sure this is a job you want to continue doing?"
"Of course it is," she laughed. "Are you squeamish because you can't imagine being a part of a sexual soiree?"
He scrunched his face in disgust. "Oh hell no! I believe everyone should be free to do whatever they choose, but I prefer to do my bedroom activities with one woman. One very— forget it," he laughed.
"You're such a gentleman," she chuckled. "Thanks for always driving me here. Maybe you could check up on madam Noirelle one of these days? She thinks you're adorable."
"I'll do that if it's really what you want. I promise." He raised a hand like he was taking an oath.
