NIGHTS IN BLACK LACE
Chapter One
"Who is he?"
"I don't know, Odette."
Odette Gaillard looked again at the man seated in the front
row next to the catwalk. "He is very handsome."
Her assistant only shrugged. "If you like Americans."
"I do." She shot Marc a laughing look. "And I am in the
mood to fall in love."
"Oh, Odette. You should not say that."
"Why not?"
"Because you cannot decide if you are going to fall in love.
Love finds you. Then you fall in it."
"Like a mud puddle?" Odette asked.
"Well, sometimes. And sometimes you experience incomparable
bliss, accompanied by earth-shattering sex."
Odette gave a snort. "If you are very lucky. I don't think I
could describe any love affairs of mine like that. Which doesn't
keep me from wanting a new one."
"How long has it been, Odette?"
She answered with vehemence. "Months! The business of
fashion has taken over my life!"
Marc waved a hand in a bored way. "Please, spare me the
part about you being an artist and how you need to create."
She stuck out her tongue. ... read full excerpt from: Nights In Black Lace ebook
