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Big Girl Proposal in Paris — Aubrey Rose
***This short story caps off the Big Girl series... only 99 cents since it's not as long other books, but still has a big sexy finish!***
She's caught between her dreams and reality.
Shannon is madly in love with Julian, but this time he's gone too far. When he disappears from their hotel room in Paris, she's on a mission to find out whether or not he can actually be trusted. Little does she know, he's on a mission of his own...
The steamy last installment of Shannon and Julian's story! The End...?
[Warning: this 7000 word story contains explicit sex scenes!]
EXCERPT:
"Julian!" she cried, running forward. "You're here!"
"On a scale from one to ridiculous, how do I look?" Julian tugged at his buttoned shirt.
Julian stopped at the top of the fountain. The water sprayed from the statues, and the small gusts of wind blew a fine mist over them. Shannon closed her eyes and tilted her face blissfully up to the sun as the cool mist bathed her skin.
"Shannon. Let me finish. You are the most talented and beautiful woman I've ever met, and I can't imagine spending a minute without you. You're so kind and so gentle, and I could never have hoped to meet someone as wonderful as you. I know I'm not perfect, but I'll try to be perfect for you.
EXCERPT:
"Julian!" she cried, running forward. "You're here!"
"On a scale from one to ridiculous, how do I look?" Julian tugged at his buttoned shirt.
"You're actually pulling it off quite well." He was, surprisingly enough. With his classical profile and strong jaw, he looked just like a high-ranking courtier from the fourteenth century.
"Is that so?"
"You look very... noble." Shannon looked at him fondly.
"It must be all the French nobility in my blood."
"Where were you this morning?"
Julian opened his mouth, but before he could speak the photographer interrupted.
"Go, walk with her through the gardens." Jean motioned towards the entrance, waving them on.
"Please, Julian," she whispered. "Are you going to tell me why you left me all alone?"
"I'm sorry I wasn't there this morning." His voice was contrite, but there was also a tone of excitement in it.
"Did you even come back last night?" She frowned.
"No. Wait, Shannon, hear me out."
"I'm not sure if I should." Her hand tensed on his elbow, and she felt him caress her arm soothingly. Well, she wasn't going to be soothed with just a touch. Even if it was his touch.
Jean yelled out from thirty feet behind them. "To the left! Towards the fountains!"
They turned at the corner, Julian helping her up the steps and onto the new path edged with roses.
"I was on a secret mission."
"What mission?" So he hadn't been drinking. That was the biggest relief. Shannon felt herself untense. As long as he was okay, she would be okay. They would be okay.
"Before I reveal my secret mission, I need to tell you something else."
"What?" Shannon wanted to put her hands on her hips, but she thought it would be decidedly not-eighteenth-century enough. Instead, she stood straight up, her eyebrow arched coyly. Julian led her up the stairs towards the top of the fountain.
"I've had such a great time with you in Paris," he said.
"Me too," Shannon said. "It's been wonderful."
Julian stopped at the top of the fountain. The water sprayed from the statues, and the small gusts of wind blew a fine mist over them. Shannon closed her eyes and tilted her face blissfully up to the sun as the cool mist bathed her skin.
"Shannon," Julian said. She looked back at his face, now serious. Her stomach sank. It must be bad.
"Yes?" She almost didn't want to know.
Julian cupped her face with one palm, his large hand cradling her head. His other hand circled her waist protectively around the bustled fabric.
"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I was on a secret mission last night to get you a present. Asher helped me. So please don't worry. It wasn't anything bad."
A present? Shannon opened her mouth to speak, but Julian pressed a finger to her lips.
"Shannon. Let me finish. You are the most talented and beautiful woman I've ever met, and I can't imagine spending a minute without you. You're so kind and so gentle, and I could never have hoped to meet someone as wonderful as you. I know I'm not perfect, but I'll try to be perfect for you.
Tears welled up in Shannon's eyes, and she fought to keep them down, if only for the sake of the photographs.
"Julian--"
Julian bent down, and then--oh, Lord--
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