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  Large Girl PROPOSAL IN PARIS

An Erotic Romance

past Aubrey Rose

She's defenseless betwixt her dreams and reality.

Shannon is madly in love with Julian, but t

his time he'south gone too far. When he disappears from their hotel room in Paris, she'southward on a mission to observe out whether or not he tin 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… or is it just the beginning?

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Copyright 2013 past Aubrey Rose

Start Kindle Edition: July 2013

ISBN: TBD

Encompass pattern by Aubrey Rose

Affiliate I

"I could finish my senior thesis with but these." Shannon leaned back on the bed's headboard, scrolling through her camera to run across the photos she had taken of the band's tour in Paris. A picture of the Champs de Mars, with tens of thousands of people swarming the backyard in front of the Eiffel Tower. Julian on a street corner buffet stool, playing an acoustic guitar to indifferent cafe goers sipping wine. The whole band walking down the edge of the Seine, bodyguards belongings dorsum the oversupply of girls screaming on the other side of the wall.

"You're amazing. And talented. And amazingly talented." Julian lay next to her, his fingers trailing downwards her arm, a pillow plumped under his head. She was wearing the lovely black silk skid he had bought her as a nowadays for coming to Europe to tour with her. At first she had protested such an expensive souvenir, but he assured her that she would accept to go used to his spoiling her.

"Cheers, Julian," Shannon said, laughing gently.

"Thanks for what? You're the incredibly amazingly fantastically talented lensman." Oh, Julian. Even his smirk was charming.

"Thanks for making me feel skillful about myself." Shannon frowned at ane photo of Alex and Asher. She would need to crop it slightly to arrive workable.

"Oh, I know how to make you experience expert." Julian said. He pulled himself down nether the blanket, and Shannon realized what he was doing only after he slid down and positioned himself between her thighs.

"Julian!" She gasped every bit she felt his mouth animate hot against her panties.

"Keep working, photographer," he said, his fingers tearing her underwear bated. "You have to graduate, you know."

"Y'all're making information technology—ah!—very—ooh!—difficult for me. Ohh!"

His natural language was on her near sensitive part, sliding across her, and she pushed her laptop to the side.

"Yous're working, correct?" His vocalism was deadened.

"Yeah, yeah," she said, her dorsum arching equally he sucked her right there. "Yes, I'm working. Oh, god that feels proficient."

He reached upward under her slip and pinched her nipple. Shannon yelped. Julian poked his caput out from nether the blanket.

"Working?"

"I can't even think about work with you lot doing that."

"Well," Julian said, his head tilted teasingly to the side. "I guess you deserve a bit of a pause." He flicked off the light and pulled the blanket dorsum over his head.

"Oh!" Shannon cried out. "Ohhh!" So everything was warmth and darkness and Julian'south mouth on her torso.

After, Julian pulled himself up to lie abreast her.

"Ow," he said, sitting upright. "What is that?"

"Sorry," Shannon tugged her correct hand out from underneath him, being conscientious not to scratch him with her jewelry. "Information technology'southward unsafe to cuddle with me, don't you know?"

Julian grabbed the manus with the offending ring. He sucked her finger whole into his rima oris, using his teeth to slide the ring off before she knew what he was doing.

"Don't! Brynn gave that to me."

"Your roommate? Am I going to have to fight her for you?"

"It's merely a fake emerald. She won information technology at the fair."

"And gave it to yous?" Julian raised an eyebrow. "Are you lot sure in that location's zero going on between you lot two?"

Shannon laughed. "You wish. No, she doesn't habiliment jewelry—"

"A girl who doesn't wear jewelry?"

"I know, right? Brynn's only like that. Cares more about math than anything else. Anyway, she knows I like emeralds, and so she gave it to me."

Julian put it on his pinky.

"Fits just right. How practice I look?"

Shannon sighed. "Stunning. You demand one on every finger."

"Yous think?"

"Bling information technology up, rock star." Shannon yawned. "I'm wearied."

"I'm not tired." Julian hopped out of bed and picked up his pants.

"What are you doing?"

"Gonna go accept a walk around the block. Just want to clear my head earlier the photo shoot tomorrow. Want to come?"

"Nope!" Shannon drew the blankets upwardly effectually her. "Be careful of all your adoring fans."

"I'll go out the back way," Julian said. "Nobody will see me."

"Okay," Shannon said. "I love you."

Julian bent over and kissed her once, softly, on the lips. "Love y'all also."

The photo shoot. Shannon wiggled sleepily around in the bed, anxious about tomorrow. Jean Maniere was the foremost celebrity photographer in Paris right at present, and Pat had somehow gotten a bargain to go shoot band photos in Versailles, just outside of Paris. Shannon commonly couldn't stand the band's managing director, but she had to admit that he had done his job well with this. Jean Maniere! He was an icon in fashion photography. She couldn't await to scout him work. Shannon's photography was good, but she was anxious to come across how a professional did it.

Affiliate TWO

Sunlight trickled in through the window, and Shannon rolled over to throw her arm around Julian'due south shoulder. Only Julian wasn't there.

"Julian?" Shannon sabbatum up in bed, looking effectually the room blearily. Her back was damp with sweat. How late was it? She checked her cell telephone. Ten o'clock! She dialed Julian's number. No response.

"Julian!" She opened the bathroom door, one-half-expecting to see Julian asleep on the toilet, merely at that place was nobody there. She peeked her head into the hotel hallway.

"Julian?"

Giving upwards on calling Julian, she dialed upward Alex instead. The ring members were almost like brothers. Surely ane of them would know what was going on. But Alex's phone went direct to voicemail, and none of the other ring members would pick up. The merely person she reached, in fact, was Pat.

"Pat?"

"Yeah, uh huh, put it over there." The director was speaking to somebody else in the background. "Who is this?"

"Information technology's Shannon. Is Julian there?"

"Is Julian in that location? What? Am I a babysitter at present? They're supposed to be here in a one-half 60 minutes."

"Just he's non there yet?"

"Allow me cheque, hold on."

Shannon waited nervously, pulling on her apparel with the phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder.

"Shannon, y'all there?"

"Aye?"

"Yeah, he's not here yet. I'll let y'all know when he is. Yous're coming besides, yes? I gotta give security hither a headcount."

"Yes, yes, I'll be in that location soon," Shannon said. She hung up.

What the hell? Shannon paused. Had Julian even come up dorsum the dark before? She had drifted off to slumber without thinking, but she didn't remember him coming dorsum home. Peradventure he had gotten into problem. Maybe he had stopped off at a bar—

/>   No. Julian wouldn't do that, not subsequently he had worked then hard for sobriety. Would he?

Shannon'due south easily shook as she locked the hotel door behind her. Too impatient to wait for the tiny elevator, she ran down the four flights of stairs, stopping at the concierge desk.

"Can I help yous, miss?" The concierge folded his hands in front of him on the counter.

"Aye," Shannon said, incoherent. Her heart was beginning to pound and so difficult she could barely hear. "Where's the nearest police station?"

At the police station, Shannon paced back and forth as she waited for a translator to come out. She had run the x blocks as fast as she could, and in the Parisian estrus sweat was coming out of every pore, soaking her shirt. All the time, she was thinking about what could have happened to Julian. He could be dead, she thought, stabbed by a mugger. Or possibly a freakishly devoted fan had kidnapped him. A far out possibility, to be certain,, merely correct now she couldn't rule out anything. Or mayhap he had simply stopped into a bar, gotten drunk as hell, and ended upward passing out on a demote in the park. Shannon tried to force all of these thoughts out of her mind, simply she couldn't stop herself from biting at her nails worriedly.

Finally an officer came forth with the translator. They both looked irritated, as though Shannon had interrupted their breakfast. The translator looked down at her haughtily.

"What is the trouble, miss?"

"My boyfriend. He'south missing. I have no idea what happened to him."

"How long has he been missing?"

"This morning. He didn't come dwelling concluding nighttime."

The 2 policemen looked at each other knowingly, and Shannon bit her lip to keep from screaming.

"Miss," the translator said, "we can't exercise anything until he'due south been missing for at least a day."

"But he should take come habitation! And he's not answering his phone—"

"Nosotros tin't open up a missing person'southward case until we know for certain."

"I exercise know for certain!" Shannon's phonation echoed through the police force station, and a few cops turned their heads to encounter what was going on. The translator sighed impatiently.

"We'll take his data downward, but we can't practise annihilation unless he'due south been gone for twenty-4 hours, you understand?"

"Please," Shannon begged. "Yous don't understand. He'due south in a very famous band. Someone might have tried to hurt him,"

The translator talked to the officeholder in French, and Shannon tried to follow what they were proverb. Just finally the translator turned back to her with a sheet of paper.

"Fill out this form, miss. When he has been missing more a solar day, you lot tin come up back with this and we will follow upwardly."

"But—"

One of the officers put his hand on her shoulder to lead her out of the station.

"I'm sorry, miss. We tin't practise anything now."

"But—"

Shannon was near to raise hell, only her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out. Alex.

Shaking off the policeman's hand, she strode out of the police station and raised the phone to her ear.

"Alex? Is Julian there?"

"Hey, Shannon. What's up?"

"Is Julian there? Can I talk to him?"

"Oh, right. Distressing to freak you out. Julian'south off getting something for the photo shoot, he left his stuff here. We've been and so busy, we didn't even think to pick upwards the telephone."

"What? Where was he? Why didn't he phone call me?"

"Hm, not sure."

"Was he drinking last dark?" Shannon asked the question, not certain if she wanted to know the answer. Maybe he had gotten drunk and didn't want to face up her. That was the only caption that fabricated sense.

"Um, no, I don't think and so."

"You don't think so?" Shannon was skeptical. It would be only like Alex to encompass up for Julian when he did something stupid.

"I think he wanted to surprise you or something."

"Uh huh. Right." Shannon kicked at the sidewalk. Jesus, he was so irresponsible. A surprise? This was a surprise, alright. Waking up without him next to her in the bed was a surprise she could really do without.

"Where are you, anyhow?" Alex asked.

"I'm at the constabulary station. I was filling out a missing person's report."

"Oh shit," Alex said. Shannon could hear laughter on the other stop of the line.

"Don't laugh, Alex, this is fucking serious!"

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm distressing, actually, Shannon. Simply no, he wasn't drinking. And you definitely don't need to go to the law."

"Is he okay?"

"It'due south okay, he'southward okay. Just get downward here when you tin. You accept your train ticket, right?"

"Yeah. Can y'all tell Julian to phone call me when he gets back?"

"What? Sure, sure. Expect, it's really busy hither. We have to gear up for the shoot, and that photographer guy is already here."

"Jean Maniere?"

"Yeah, you wanted to run across him, right?"

"ARGH!" Shannon tilted her head dorsum. "Yes! Alex, what the hell is going on?"

"Just get over here, Julian will be dorsum by the time you arrive."

"Fine. Okay. Fine. Tell him I'm going to kill him."

"Volition do!" Alex seemed chipper virtually the whole ordeal.

Shannon hung upward in frustration. Why would Julian non let her know where the hell he was? This whole week, he had been so sweet. But now, to disappear like that…how unreliable could he get? She thought he had changed, that he would be a responsible boyfriend. But it seemed like every time she thought things were getting ameliorate, he would pull another idiotic "surprise." Well, that was information technology. She was done worrying most Julian. When she got to Versailles, she would give him more only a slice of her mind. If he wanted to stay with her, he would have to promise never to do anything like this again. If he wanted to play games, and then fine, that's his option to make. But Shannon wasn't going to stick around for information technology.

Chapter Iii

After running to grab the train to Versailles, her photographic camera slung over her dorsum, Shannon all the same had another mile or so to walk to the castle. The first person she asked for directions insisted that the castle was closed "tous les lundis" and couldn't sympathise why Shannon however wanted to become there. Once she found the right road, she thanked heaven that she was wearing her sneakers—it was a long walk. By the time she came upward to the huge gilt gate in forepart of the castle, the dominicus was beating down hard and her shirt was soaked through once again with sweat for the second fourth dimension that day.

Julian. It was his fault that she was going to meet Jean Maniere in a sweaty blouse.

The security guard at the front called through and, looking a niggling surprised that someone dressed similar Shannon was going to be allowed into a fashion shoot, escorted her personally to the castle entrance. The first office of the shoot was in the antechamber where Louis Xv had kept his hunting dogs. Shannon gasped in awe every bit she entered the room. Administration were setting upwardly camera and lighting equipment everywhere in the small-scale antechamber, and the walls were ornately carved in every square inch and gilded in aureate. In that location were a 6 sleek brown pointer dogs off ternion in the middle of the room, and Shannon realized with a express mirth that the band'due south drummer was rolling around on the floor with them.

"Asher, are y'all supposed to be downwards there?"

"Shannon!" Asher sat up just every bit a dog licked the side of his confront, roofing him with slobber. "Sure, I'm just getting into character."

"What on world are yous wearing?" Shannon said. Asher had on suspenders and tailored brown trousers with high socks almost upwards to his knee.

"You similar it? It's role of the shoot. All seventeenth century stuff."

"Eighteenth century," 1 of the assistants interjected, moving betwixt Shannon and Asher to plug in a large lamp. "It's all menstruum appropriate. We have Asher as a servant for this shoot."

r />   "See? I'yard a servant. Cool, huh?"

"Where'due south Julian?" Shannon asked.

"Eh, somewhere." Asher waved his manus non-specifically. "We just finished this part of the shoot. I think he went to go modify."

"Can I go see him? Where'southward the dressing room?"

"Oh, you know, I'm not sure—"

"I hate dogs!"

Shannon and Asher turned simultaneously toward the doorway. Daniel stood there in a torn clothes shirt with behemothic poofy ruffles at the collar and sleeves, two dogs on either side of him. He was property his bass upward over his head protectively, just the dogs seemed to want to play, jumping up to his waist and pawing him as he twisted uncomfortably. If Asher was dressed as a

"Come up here, puppies," Asher called to the dogs. They barreled over to the drummer and buried him in a pile of wagging tails and scruffy fur.

"Ugh," Daniel said, coming over to Shannon. "I remember one of them scratched my bass. Do you see a scratch?"

"Looks fine to me," Shannon said.

"I think I meet a scratch," Daniel said, his face puckered in a frown. "This is ridiculous. I look ridiculous." Shannon agreed, though she would never say then.

"Yous look like David Bowie," Asher said, his head poking out from the mass of dogs.

"I don't want to be like David Bowie," Daniel said, tugging at the ruffles effectually his collar. "I want to be like Stuart Hamm."

"Stuart Hamm wasn't half as pretty as y'all, Daniel," Asher teased. Daniel rolled his optics and turned to go out.

"Did Julian say anything to you about why he left without telling me this forenoon?" Shannon asked Asher, angle down to pet one of the dogs. Her eyes darted to the archway every time an assistant walked in or out. She couldn't wait to come across Julian, to confront him nearly what the hell he thought he was doing, leaving her in a Paris hotel.

"Um, not…no?" Asher said, his vocalization unsure.

"Asher, don't prevarication to me. Why didn't he come home last dark?"

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