La Brat
A Totally Bound Publication
La Brat
ISBN #
978-1-78430-512-3
©Copyright Ashe Barker 2015
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright April 2015
Edited by Faith Bicknell-Brown
Totally Bound Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2015 by Totally Bound Publishing,
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Totally Bound Publishing is a subsidiary of Totally Entwined Group Limited.
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
of
Totally Burning
and a
Sexometer
of
3.
Totally Five Star: Paris
LA BRAT
Ashe Barker
Thou shalt not attack thy Dom—especially not with his own cane.
She’s committed the cardinal sin, broken the eleventh commandment for submissives. No wonder the Dom she adores wants nothing more to do with her.
Eugenie believes her luck has turned when she lands an interview for her dream job—Events Organizer at Totally Five Star’s flagship hotel in Paris. This is her chance to return to the city, which holds cherished memories for her, and pursue a career she loves. Most of all it’s a golden opportunity to leave behind the bitter taste of her disastrous break-up with Aaron, the one Dom who can make her melt with a look, a word, a lift of his finger.
Her dream crumbles when she comes face to face with her nemesis, now Director of Security at Totally Five Star Paris, the one man who can wreck her dreams with just a few words.
Aaron has never forgotten the lovely little submissive who broke all the rules. He can do without the hassle of such a high-maintenance sub, but his sexy new colleague proves hard to resist. It’s not long before he finds it hard to remember just what his objections were.
Determined not to dwell on the past, Eugenie throws herself into her wonderful new job. If she can only convince Aaron to give her another chance, her life will be perfect. A natural in her new role, against the glamorous backdrop of one of the world’s finest hotel chains, Eugenie is in her element arranging a high-profile celebrity wedding. But when things start to go wrong, Eugenie finds herself at the heart of a series of inexplicable accidents.
Aaron doesn’t believe in coincidences. Is someone else, apart from him, out to hurt his little Genie? And why? He is determined to protect Eugenie—and get to the bottom of who might want to harm her.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to John and Hannah, and to the beautiful city of Paris.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Wi-Fi: Wi-Fi Alliance
BMW: Bayerische Motoren Werke Aktiengesellschaft
CCTV: CCSecurityPros
Toys R Us: Geoffrey, LLC
Eurostar: Eurostar International Limited
Volkswagen: Volkswagen Akiengesellschaft
Oscars: Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences
Google: Google, Inc.
Eurosport: Eurosport
McDonald’s: McDonald’s Corporation
Michelin Star Guide: Michelin North America, Inc.
Skype: Microsoft Corporation
Axminister: Couristan, Inc.
Paracetamols: McLaren Medical, Inc.
Ave Maria
: Composed by Franz Schubert
Chapter One
Required—Events Coordinator. Could it be you?
Eugenie grabbed at the page as it flicked past then she thumbed back through the magazine more slowly to find the job advertisement again. Had she been mistaken, misread it? No, here it was, a full color spread no less in the prestigious
Hotel International
magazine, the world’s number one publication serving the high-end hospitality industry. She spread the page out on the low glass table in front of her to read the notice properly.
Totally Five Star Paris, a flagship hotel in this renowned international chain, is seeking a dynamic new member to join our senior management team. You will have experience of organising high-profile events and functions, a proven track record in managing complex budgets and juggling competing priorities, and you will be accustomed to getting things done. For the right candidate we offer excellent salary and other benefits, a chance to live and work in the most iconic part of one of the world’s most beautiful cities, and the opportunity to be a part of the Totally Five Star continuing success story. More details and instructions for applicants can be downloaded from our website.
Closing date: 28
th
February 2014
The advertisement was illustrated with a range of wonderful images depicting the glamour and sophistication that were the hallmark of every Totally Five Star hotel anywhere on the globe, though Eugenie would have insisted that Totally Five Star Paris was the jewel in the crown of one of the most recognized international chains. The hotel’s brand of magic was famous the world over, the most luxurious surroundings, the most efficient, the most comfortable, no detail overlooked, no effort spared to ensure guests enjoyed the very best that money could buy.
Eugenie had never actually ventured inside the Paris hotel, but she knew it well enough. She had passed it frequently when she was a student in Paris and to make ends meet had worked as a waitress in a café bar off the Avenue des Champs-Élysées. The hotel was in the next street, an imposing, elegant presence gracing the entire avenue. A continuous parade of the rich and the famous was regularly seen trotting in and out of the sliding glass doors, as often as not across the sumptuous red carpet the staff would roll out to welcome their exalted guests. They would be aided by the traditional English-style butler, who greeted all who came and went with the same quiet courtesy.
Eugenie pored over the ad again, rereading the seductive words. Could she? Might it be possible?
She ran her gaze over the essential requirements again, mentally checking off her qualifications. Experience of organizing high-profile events and functions? Well, she’d done some of that. Complex budgets, competing priorities? She sighed.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Anyone who works in the public sector these days knows about that. Getting things done. Er, well, yes, probably. Depends on what things they meant exactly.
“Miss d’André? Mr. Metcalfe will see you now.”
Eugenie startled at the voice alongside her. She closed the magazine and laid it back on the coffee table with the rest of the literature artfully displayed there to keep visitors entertained while they waited to see the head of corporate affairs at Newcastle International Airport. The smartly dressed executive secretary picked up Eugenie’s coffee cup and gestured for her to precede her along the spacious corridor toward the executive office suites. Eugenie started to do just that then turned.
“I wonder, could I take that magazine I was just looking at, please? There is an ad… I mean an article in there I was reading. I do not mind paying you for it, of course.”
The other woman stopped too and smiled, perhaps at Eugenie’s very obvious French accent. Her English was perfect, but her continental origins unmistakable.
“Of course not. You’re welcome.”
Eugenie picked up the magazine and slipped it into her briefcase. She would have a proper look later. Now, she had work to do.
* * * *
The meeting with the CEO at the airport went well. The international corporate functions suite seemed to be more than adequate to hold the two hundred plus delegates expected at the launch of North East Now, the council’s latest foray into presenting Northumberland and the northeast of England as a suitable location for films, entertainment and cultural activities.
It was a new take on the tourism trail, this time aimed at a younger, more technically savvy market. The more traditional venues such as city center hotels or outlying conference centers wouldn’t cut it, whereas the ultra-modern environment of the airport would. Their rates were steep but just about within budget, if she cut back somewhere else.
Mr. Metcalfe was also keen to secure the business so he was ready to include catering and refreshments in the price—a considerable savings. Eugenie was pleased and knew her boss would be too. She stood and they shook on the deal. She promised to email him within twenty-four hours confirming the agreed price and their exact requirements as just discussed. Mr. Metcalfe declared it a pleasure to do business with her and pressed the buzzer on his desk to summon his PA back again.
A few minutes later, Eugenie was in a taxi on her way back into Newcastle city center. She should really have been going over the notes from the meeting with Mr. Metcalfe. Instead, she pulled out the magazine and reread the ad. Maybe she was feeling a little buoyed by her recent success, but she made up her mind.
Why not? She was experienced. She did have a track record. And she was successful. Well, today she was. She could try. And if she got it—a big if—but even so… If she got this wonderful job in Paris, she could finally say goodbye to the wreckage that was her life here in England. She could leave La Brat behind and start over.
