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True Love.
Chapter Two.
Sydney sat up straighter in her seat and yanked off her head phones.
"Why. . Why are you sitting here?" she hissed as she gestured to the few empty seats around them.
"You know you do have a lovely singing voice. . ." he commented amused and choosing to ignore her question.
"And. . .You were the prettiest girl on the plane. . So im guilty as charged.
Of being a typical guy." Micheal sighed in mock sadness.
Sydney felt herself blush as she looked down at her lap.
"Youre just trying to get in my pants. . " she mumbled sure in her heart that the world of guys were just made up of scum.
He raised his eyebrows.
"That really wasnt my goal. . Truly. . Madly Deeply."
She rolled her eyes struggling to hold back a smile.
"Really? How poetic."
"And anyway. . .You'd probably be a little too wild in bed. . Unlike moi. . " he drawled knowing she would probably flare up.
She looked up at him glaring.
"And what brought you to that conclusion, huh Casanova?" she asked irritated and just a pinch intrigued.
Micheal smiled charmingly.
'A smile that would probably stop most women's hearts. .'
Sydney thought trying to make herself believe that she wasnt a part of 'most Women.'
"Because. . .Well you seem just a trifle bossy. . .In france we are more laid back and calm compare to you New Yorker's."
he said as his gaze was distracted by the ring on her finger.
"Oh great. . .So youre french. . " she muttered.
"Are you engaged?" Micheal couldnt resist asking the question that was nagging him.
She sighed heavily and fell back in her seat, staring up.
"My fiance fell in love. With some french whore." she said flatly.
Micheal winced. "Im so sorry. . "
he said softly.
Sydney sat up straighter in her seat as she studied his amazing green eyes.
He didnt look sorry at all. . .
Maybe a little sad. . .But definately not sorry.
Actually there was an almost guilty but excited gleam in his eyes.
"So why are you going to France?" he asked her leaning slightly closer to her.
"Because im trying to win him back." Sydney explained dully.
His eyes widened.
"Now why in heavens name would a girl like you want to do that?" he asked sounding utterly incredulous.
"Because i dont want to end up single and alone like Bridget Jones!" she nearly yelled causing the other passengers to shoot her glares and frowns.
Micheal nearly laughed.
"Bridget Jones? Oh please Sydney? Have you looked in the mirror lately?" he asked her seriously.
She frowned.
"What i mean is. . .That youre to pretty to be that. . .I just mean that which guy in his right mind wouldnt want you?" he said his voice dropping to a low whisper so as not to attract the stares of the other passenger.
"Youre just saying that. . .To be kind." she mumbled her cheeks going a bright pink.
"No. . I mean it . .Really." he said sincerely.
She fell silent then. . Unsure what to say.
No guy had ever complimented her like that before without having creul intentions of using her.
Somehow she knew Micheal didnt want to use her.
"So. . Um. . Why are you going to France?" she asked staring up at him.
He wordlessly handed her a picture from his top pocket and she stared at it biting the insides of her cheek.
It was a picture of a beatiful young lady. . With green eyes and warm brown hair.
"She's pretty." Sydney said struggling not to choke on her words as she hastily gave him the picture back.
"Youre very lucky. . ."
Micheal raised his eyebrows as he carefully put the picture back.
"Syd. . She's my sister."
Sydney tried her best not to sigh out loud in relief.
"Oh well. . " she said picking her IPOD up again.
Why did Micheal being single make her so happy?
That just wasnt right. . .
"Let me come with you." Micheal suddenly said as he stared into her eyes.
"What. . What do you mean?" she whispered transfixed by the his intense eyes.
"I mean let me come with you. . .Help you get your fiance back. . .Because well. . Im french. . "
She should say no.
After all it really wasnt fair. . .
"Yes. If its okay with you." she said ignoring her inner voice.
He smiled happily though in his heart he wondered what he would do if got his hands on this idiot fiance guy.
He would probably be tempted to do some damage. . .
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"You want us to take the same room?" Sydney snapped.
Micheal flung up his hands in frustation.
"Syd how the heck can we look like a couple if we take separate rooms?" he asked.
"Ok. . .Fine. But you have to take the couch." she said.
"Yeah sure. . .No problem." he said quickly.
As They approached the reception desk in the fancy hotel to book in Sydney easily slipped her arm around Micheal's waist almost possessively.
Micheal swallowed hard and silently cursed as his heart beat sped up.
The receptionist smiled warmly at them.
"Hello! How can i help yourll today?" she asked friendly.
Micheal smiled as he wrapped his arm around Sydney shoulders.
He grinned when he heard her breath hitch slightly.
"My beautiful fiance and i would like to try out the honeymoon suite. Just for the christmas weekend." he smiled down at Sydney.
Sydney stiffened slightly and when the receptionist turned away Sydney hissed.
"The honeymoon suite?! Do you have any idea how expensive that room is?"
"Hush hush Sydney. I'll pay." he whispered back.
"What are you? The king of France?" she mumbled wondering just how rich he was that he could afford a suite worth ten thousand dollars a night.
"Hardly. . .But trying." he joked tightening his grip on her ever so slightly.
The receptionist turned back to them with a smile as she handed Micheal the key card.
"That is the best suite this hotel has to offer for couples.
I hope you enjoy yourselves." she said winking slyly at Sydney.
Sydney flushed as Micheal quickly steered her away and towards the elevator.
"Do you want to shower first?" she asked trying to calm her rapidly beating heart.
Micheal laughed as they waited for the elevator to come.
"Syd. . .We havent even arrived in the room yet!"
"Yes well. . .I like to be prepared. . ." she began and then her voice trailed of as the lift doors opened.
She froze and her eyes widened in horror as she saw the occupants of the lift. . . .
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