But Mimi was a practical woman. She would never have sacrificed comfort for love. Only when she was assured that she could live the way she wanted and needed to, could Mimi relax enough to learn to love. She had learned to love Sam.

"I wish to hell, Mimi, that you wouldn't flaunt yourself in front of every guy in sight."

Calmly, Mimi stirred her bourbon and, ice with her finger. She seemed to enjoy the melodious tinkle of the ice against the glass. "Don't be silly, Sam. I look. That ees all. I can't help eet eef that surprises the American men." Mimi didn't let Sam upset her. She knew by now that he was an excitable man and, a jealous one. She liked his possessiveness. But she also enjoyed the obvious interest in the eyes of so many of the American men she had admired since their arrival at Kennedy airport. American men were in general so much bigger and stronger looking than Frenchmen. And they were so bold in their looks. Mimi liked that. She liked to look straight into a stranger's eyes and make love to him a little with her soul. American men had her intrigued.

Sam began to feel abashed. He started to worry that he was worrying about nothing. In fact, he realized that Mimi did nothing in particular to attract men's attention. She just was. And that was enough to interest the avenge red-blooded American male. Sam decided he was going to keep a close eye on Mimi while they were in America. While he was pretty sure that Mimi was too lazy to launch any major campaign to go out and get laid, he had his suspicions that, if the opportunity were offered by the right man, she would be willing…

Slowly, Mimi rose and walked over to the king-sized bed. She was wearing very high black heels that accentuated her already provocative wiggle. He could see the enticing bulges where her ass-cheeks strained against the opaque material of her peignoir.