The Stranger

Chapter Six

He wants me to have coffee with him?

I swear I was about to faint.

A man tapped my shoulder.

"Excuse me." The man said.

"Oh, sorry." I said then I moved to give him space to pass by.

Then I turned to Mads.

"So, will you?" He asked again.

I don't know why it took me so long to utter anything. I think it was because I was in complete shock and was overwhelmed with everything.

"What? Really?" I said.

I want to slap myself for asking that.

"Yes, why? Does that seemed strange to you?" He asked.

"No. No. It's just uh, surprising." I said.

"Well, let's discuss this down at the airport, yeah?" He said while grabbing my arm and guiding me out of the aircraft.

I saw a couple of paparazzi taking Mads photos.

A girl came up to him and asked for his autograph. Then four more came up to him.

He was very kind and posed for pictures.

"I imagine myself doing the same thing if I saw you at an airport." I said to him.

He looked at me and smiled.

His smile is different.

It gave me peace and serenity.

I'm not over selling his smile but it did gave me chills. Good chills.

"So, Ms. Anderson, I'm still waiting for a yes." He said after handing the pen to one of his fans.

"Oh, right, yes, I would love to." I said.

He waved his long muscular arms for a taxi.

He opened the door and took my bags and threw them in the trunk.

I entered the taxi and he soon followed.

I kept my distance.

His perfume sticks like glue. He smelled so good. I never thought that I could smell Mads Mikkelsen and yet I'm inside a taxi with him in probably one of the most romantic places on earth.

"Where to, Monsieur?" The man asked.

He turned to me asked me where I wanted to have coffee.

"Any Starbucks will do since I haven't been here." I said making sure he gets my point.

"Oh right." He said.

Before he could tell the driver where to go...

"But what about our luggage?" I asked.

Mads slammed his palm onto his forehead.

"Right! Well, do you have a place to stay already?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I don't know where it is exactly." I said hoping that he'll offer his hotel or apartment.

He took his phone out of his suit's secret pocket and checked it.

"Monsieur, S'il vous plaît de nous emmener à l'hôtel de Paris"? Mads said.

CAN THIS MAN BE ANYMORE PERFECT?

What did he say? I didn't understand a word but it sure sounded sexy. I think I heard the word hotel.

"Oui." The taxi driver said and nodded.

"I asked him to take us to my hotel since you haven't figured out yet where you're going to live." He said while he place his phone on top of his lap.

After five minutes, we arrived at this huge hotel.

As I entered, I felt small.

It was so beautiful and elegant and I imagine that the rooms must cost a fortune!

"Wow. This place is amazing." I blurted out while looking around.

"Isn't it?" He said.

We walked to the front desk.

"Bonjour, Monsieur, Est bienvenu à l'Hôtel de Paris. Le fait d'enregistrer?" The man said.

"Yes." Mads replied.

I think the man came to realize that it was Mads Mikkelsen.

"Oh, Mr. Mikkelsen, glad to have you back. I didn't recognize you for a second there." The man explained.

The man handed Mads what I assumed was a room card key.

"Merci." Mads said taking it from him and turning to me.

"Enjoy your stay!" The man said in a slightly off french accent.

"Shall we?" Mads extended his hand motioning me to the elevator.

Oh my goodness. I can't believe that I am about to enter Mads Mikkelsen's hotel room!

Damn it.

We entered the elevator. His room was on the fourth floor.

I didn't bother looking at him because I was still blushing until now.

He took my bags and placed it on top of his bed.

His room was amazing. I just want to stay right there.

"You like it?" He asked. He must've noticed my amusement.

"Absolutely. If I had a room like this, I would never leave!" I exclaimed.

"If you want, we could just have coffee here." He suggested.

I took time to think. I'm always drawing into conclusions.

Questions started to run through my mind again.

What if he takes advantage of me? I mean, that would be lovely you know? Being fucked by Mads Mikkelsen and all.

But I also thought about the "after" part. I want to stay friends with him though. He seemed like he's a nice guy.

I closed my eyes and let go of the thoughts in my head and finally gave an answer.

"You know what? That's a great idea."