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My eyes pop open. Suddenly, it’s as though all of the blood rushes to my head, and then I’m left with a pounding headache. I let out a small groan and squeeze my eyes together. What happened? I slowly sit up in the bed I’m lying in. How did I get here? I open my eyes and observe my surroundings. I’m in a hotel room. I toss the blanket off of me and slowly get up off of the bed. Suddenly, I hear the toilet flush in the bathroom. Who am I here with?! Noticing that I’m in nothing but my undergarments, I grab the blanket and cover myself up as the mystery person returns from the bathroom.

A gorgeous, half-naked man walks out. “Bonjour, belle!” he proclaims. Ruffling his messy black hair, he walks over to me and kisses my cheek. “Avez-vous faim?”

“E-excuse me?” I say, timidly. Is he speaking French? He just laughs.

“I said, are you hungry?” He tells me in fluent English.

“Uhm…” I hesitate. “Where am I?”

He shoots me a strange look. “Versailles…?” He seems to pause for a moment and just take me in.

My eyes widen. “Versailles? As in… France?!” I back up and run into the wall being me. I start to look around frantically. “How the hell did I get in France?!”

“Excusez?” He says, and leans in towards me. “You have been here for almost a week. Do you not remember?”

“A week?!” I almost scream at him. “I’ve been here for a whole week?! Last I remember I was in my condo in New York City. How the hell do I just wake up one morning and I’m in France?!”

He seems just as startled as I am. “I am not sure. We met three days ago at La Shandrani. I have been showing you around the city. You did not talk much about your home. You said only that you were needing a getaway.”

I bring my hand up to my head, while keeping the blanket firmly around me. “How could I wind up in France and not fucking know it. No, no I need to get back to New York. I have a promotion coming up, and I… I need to be there. This is not okay. I don’t just take trips to FRANCE!” I’m rambling by now, but I don’t care. France? I take in a deep breath and look at the handsome stranger in his boxers. He seems genuinely worried about me, but he doesn’t say anything.