The Call Boy I Met in Paris All Episodes - AI interactive story

The morning sunlight filters through the half-closed curtains of the hotel room, casting golden streaks across the tangled sheets. I stir slowly, my head throbbing with the aftereffects of too much champagne and even more excitement.

Last night comes back to me in flashes - the glamorous party, the stranger across the room with eyes that seemed to see straight through me, the electricity when we finally spoke.

And then... everything else.

I turn my head, and there he is. The man from last night. Even in sleep, he looks impossibly perfect - chiseled jawline, dark hair falling across his forehead, the sheet slipping down to reveal sculpted shoulders. My breath catches as I remember every delicious detail of how those shoulders felt beneath my hands.

Panic suddenly sets in as I realize I don't even know his name. Worse, my phone is buzzing insistently on the nightstand. I know who it is before I check - my mother, calling to remind me about the dinner tonight where I'm expected to accept Phillipe's marriage proposal.

That's when I see it - an expensive-looking business card on the dresser, the kind that seems too elegant for... well, for someone who provides the services he did last night so exceptionally well.

An audacious idea begins to form in my mind. A crazy, reckless, brilliant idea.

The stranger stirs, those piercing eyes fluttering open to meet mine.