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He plants his elbows on the bar beside him and anchors me with his attention "I’m an attorney"

My fantasy wilts i up a lawyer "Oh"

His laugh is raspy "Sorry to disappoint"

"I’ve never known an attorney before asn’t old and lecherous," I ad the looks Harlow and Lola have trained on the side ofhowa personal record now

"Would it help if I said I work for a nonprofit?"

"Not really"

"Good In that case I’ll tell you the truth: I work for the biggest, most ruthless corporate firm in Paris I have a horrible schedule, really This is why you should come to Paris I’d like a reason to come home early from work"

I attein the corner of his er I pretend "So I told you about me, what about you? Where are you from, Cerise?"

"I told youme that"

"What if I want to?"

It’s really hard to concentrate when he’s s like that "I’er and all"

"I can give you my passport Will that help?"

"Maybe"

"We can call my mom," he says, and reaches into his back pocket for his phone "She’s Aet on fantastically She tells me all the time what a sweet boy I am I hear that a lot, actually"

"I’m sure you do," I say, and honestly, I think he really would let me call his mother "I’m from California"