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Benoît said in a perfect American accent.
    “Wow, your English is really good. Did you study in the States?” I asked him.
    “Yes, actually, I lived in New York City for a year, right after college.”
    “You are saying that Benoît speaks zee English better zan me?” Luc asked as he aimed his flirty eyes at mine.
    “No, not at all. I could tell that maybe he’d spent some time in the U.S., that’s all.” I giggled as I took another swig of my wine.
    “Sure,” he said as he tapped my foot with his underneath the table.
    Just then, Luc’s cell phone rang. His eyebrows furrowed inward as he looked at the name on the caller ID. “ Pardon, ” he said as he shot up from the table, gave Benoît a knowing glance and jetted toward the door.
    “I’m going to have another beer. Do you ladies want another drink?” Benoît asked.
    “I’ll take a dirty martini, and get this girl another glass of red wine. We need to show Charlotte a good time on her first night in Paris,” Lexi said as she gave Benoît a sexy wink.
    We both watched as Benoît walked over to Luc, who was talking on the phone near the door. Luc lowered his phone, then leaned toward Benoît to tell him something. Both of their expressions darkened before Luc got back on the phone and Benoît headed over to the bar.
    “What do you think that’s all about?” I asked Lexi.
    “Damned if I know. This is the first time I’ve met Luc. And all I know about Benoît is that he’s amazing in bed.”
    I grinned. I liked this girl already. “Do you think Luc has a girlfriend or something?”
    “Oh girl, all the men over here have girlfriends, fiancés, wives, lovers—you name it. That’s why you have to play the field and not take any of it too seriously.”
    “Cheers to that,” I said as I clinked my glass with hers. “So, what brings you to Paris? You’re American, right?”
    “Yeah, born and raised in New York City, but my family spent every summer in Paris in our little pied-à-terre , and I just fell in love with it, you know? So, I moved here three years ago, right out of college, and I haven’t looked back.”
    “So you don’t think you’ll ever move back to New York?”
    “Not really. I mean, I travel back and forth a lot, so I still get to see my friends and all of my New York boys, but Paris is . . . well, it’s Paris. What more can I say? New York doesn’t even hold a candle to this city.”
    “What about the men here? Do you like French men better?”
    “Oh, honey, you have so much to learn. The men here are cheesy, yes. But, wait until you get one in bed. They are the most incredible lovers on this planet. Take Benoît for example. Too thin? Yes. Pants a little too tight? Absolutely. But I’ll take a bony ass and tight jeans any day when I know that once I get those tight little babies off of him, he’s going to keep me up all night begging for more.”
    I felt a flush creep over my cheeks as I laughed at Lexi’s candor. “Wow. I had no idea. I had a boyfriend back home when I was studying abroad in France before, so I didn’t get to experience any of this firsthand.”
    “Well, you’ve got a hot one taking you home tonight,” she said as she nodded her head toward Luc who was walking back to the table. “Don’t be afraid to test the waters.”
    “Thanks for the advice.” Lexi was exactly the kind of girl I needed to be hanging out with to make me forget about my low-life, scum of the earth ex-fiancé back home, and to advance my research . . . so to speak.
    After Luc and Benoît made it back to the table with our drinks, Luc didn’t mention anything about his mysterious phone call, and I didn’t ask. He was probably seeing lots of other women, but I was here to play that game too, so what did I care?
    At about one-thirty in the morning, after five glasses of wine, several uncontrollable fits of laughter, and endless drunken conversation in franglais with my new friends, we decided it was time to head home. Lexi and I