Sebastian smiled, revealing perfectly even teeth. Oh my God, I was insane to be on a bateaux-mouche with a man this handsome! For sure he had a wife or a girlfriend waiting for him at home, wearing black negligee and chain-smoking. I was on the verge of hyperventilation as I realized I was quite possibly in danger of becoming The Other Woman. Which was ironic, considering the reason I’d left Carl. Now I was l’autre femme.
“Emily, are you all right? You are turning green.”
“Yeah, I’m OK. It must have been all that champagne I drank on the flight over here last night. Just tell me one thing, Sebastian, and I’m going to need you to be honest with me.”
“Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend? Anyone waiting in the wings?”
“Well, I have never heard that charming expression before, ‘waiting in the wings,’ but I think I follow you. No, I am single.”
There was only one other explanation: “You’re gay, aren’t you.”
Sebastian laughed out loud, startling the rest of the tourists on the boat.
“Mon Dieu, American women are très amusant! But to answer your question, beautiful Emily, no I am not gay. I am a very, very happy heterosexual.”
I felt silly, suddenly. And also really, really happy.
I settled back into my seat and looked around me at the buildings and the people who meandered up and down the streets lining the Seine. The sun was setting in the distance, illuminating the Eiffel Tower with its dying light.
“You know, at first I didn’t think the Eiffel Tower was all that. But now, I’m starting to realize how beautiful it is.”
Sebastian casually draped an arm around my shoulders. “She is France’s pride and joy. Some might take her for granted, but I never forget how beautiful she is.”
I looked up and noticed he was staring at me the whole time he was saying that. I looked down, cursing my pale skin that was almost certainly turning the same hue as a lobster right now.
“Do you have any plans for this evening?” he asked.
“No. I’m free.”
I hesitated for only a heartbeat.