Uncovered (Billionaire Romance) (Boston Buyer's Club) by Morgan Black

fridge.”
    I looked at all the cabinets, but I couldn't tell which one was the fridge. It had been camouflaged in to match the rest of the cabinetry too well.
    He passed by me, opened the one on the far right, and voilà! There was ketchup sitting on the door.
    “Just like at home,” I said, as he gave it to me.
    “Home. What is home like?”
    I sat at the table and ate my eggs. “Home is busy. It’s just me and Alexis, but that’s enough to keep things going.”
    “No family?”
    “Oh they’re around, just not at school. I grew up in upstate New York. They still live there. Well my stepmom, dad, and my little brother. Dunno where my real mom is these days.”
    “She’s not around?”
    “She’s nomadic. Never in one place for too long.”
    “Do you take after her in that way? You seem to like to travel.”
    I pushed the remaining eggs around of my plate. “I hope not. I don’t really want to be like her. But I can tell in some ways I am. I’m kind of terrible at being an adult.”
    “Being an adult is overrated sometimes.”
    I couldn’t agree more.
    I finished my plate in silence while Hudson whistled behind me and made himself breakfast. It was suddenly like we were a real couple, like those people you see in the movies. I was totally relaxed here, something I wasn't used to feeling.
    Hudson sat down next to me, and scarfed down quadruple the amount of eggs that I did in about half the time. “So, what would you like to do today?”
    “I don't know. Anything. I’d definitely like to go to the beach again. But I'd also like to see some of the sights in town, and just be part of the culture.”
    He nodded. “Well, how about we start the day by walking around town, then grab some lunch, and then go to the beach for the afternoon?”
    “That sounds perfect.”
    I finished the last morsels on my plate, and excused myself to go shower. Part of me wanted him to follow me, but the other part of me wanted just a moment of privacy. When I got out of the shower, in my own bathroom, I found a bright yellow dress packed for me with a matching hat. Whoever chose all my clothes certainly had that 1940s classic style down. But, then I thought that maybe that's what people wore when they went to Europe; it wasn't like I’ve ever been here before. I took my time getting ready. I wanted every hair to be perfectly in place, and when Hudson knocked on my door, I was surprised to see him looking very casual. It was the first time I had seen him out of his suit, and not naked. He stood there in a white polo and navy shorts, looking relaxed, and for the first time, happy.
    “I love that dress.”
    “I was just thinking how much I like your outfit. You look so calm, nothing like before.”
    He cocked his head to the side. “Really, because I've always found myself to be kind of a shorts man.” He had a smirk on his face that told me otherwise. I shook my head at him. He extended his hand, and I daintily gave him mine, allowing him to lead me down the stairs, and out the front door. I expected us to get into a town car again, but instead, there was a baby blue convertible sitting outside.
    “No way!” I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had never ridden in a convertible before, and to go down the streets of France? It was all too unbelievable.
    “You like it?”
    I shook my head in disbelief. “Like it? I love it! This is going to be amazing.”
    “I hope you don't mind, but I had the butler pack your bathing suit and a few other essentials. I also had the cook put together a picnic basket.” I looked in the back seat, and sure enough, there was a bag packed for me for the beach, and there was the picnic basket with a bottle of wine sticking out of it. It was like a movie; this couldn’t be my real life.
    I walked over to him, and pulled him by the collar into me. Our lips met, and I was suddenly reminded of all the amazing moments from the night before. His lips touching my collarbone, his hands on my thighs;