Chapter Fifty-Seven

~ Nikki ~

“I should not be so ravenous,” I say as I collapse into a chair at the formal dining table. I first eye Jameson, looking dashing, as always, in a sharp black suit, black shirt and matching silk tie. Then my gaze drifts to the spread on the table that looks fantastic.

Prompting him to joke, “Are you talking about sex or food?”

“Both,” I murmur as I reach for my latte and sip, while debating where to start with breakfast.

Pierre joins us and ceremoniously lifts the domes off the dishes that needed to be kept warm.

He announces, “In addition to the pastries and croissants, we have eggs Benedict and crepes sucrées, which are sweet crepes prepared in the beurre Suzette style, or with bananas foster, or with cream cheese filling and berries. We also have crepes galettes—more specifically known as galettes bretonnes, traditional Brittany crepes that are less sweet and topped with a fried quail egg, spinach, heirloom tomatoes and goat cheese.”

“So… Crepes are a thing in France,” I m