After waiting half an hour at the police station, Leila got the chance to explain why she and René were there.
She handed the police officer the restraining order and the translation of it and basically said that she wanted to know if it would have any jurisdiction in the United States, since it was issued in France - mainly because the person it had been taken out on was in the United States, in her hotel, and hassling her already.
The police officer looked at René for a few seconds, trying to figure out where she had seen him before, and said she would have a few words to see where they stood. If Leila remembered which particular police officer in Paris it was she had seen and how to contact them, that would help them a lot. Leila hunted in her wallet for the card that particular police officer had given her and gave it to the female officer, explaining that he did speak English.
Leila was nervous for she was clenching and unclenching her fists, until René held one of her hands in his.
"I hate this. It makes me feel very helpless."
"You have me and that's a good thing, no?"
Leila nodded, grateful that René was there with her. It was amazing what she felt for him already. He was the only bloke, apart from Thomas and Sylvan, who knew exactly what had happened between her and Marc and she wanted it to remain that way. She was starting to trust René and that was a good thing.
"You're beginning to trust me, aren't you? I can tell."
"I am. I'm glad you're around. I mean, all this crap with Marc … he'd simply love it if I was alone but seeing that you are with me, just about everywhere I go, he's going to find it harder to get near me. And I thank you for that."
He had every intention of making her thank him for that. But now wasn't the right time for that. Once this Marc creature had rid himself from her lift was the perfect time but not any earlier.
"It's not a problem."
While waiting for the police officer to return to them, René entertained Leila by telling her a few stories about Sylvan, happy to see the smile on her beautiful face.
"He sounds like quite the character. I'm glad it's Sophie he's after and not me."
"Believe me, chérie, I'm glad too."
If they weren't in a police station, who knows what René would've been doing to Leila then?
Finally, she returned, with a semblance of a smile on her face.
"That police officer was quite the character! He told me pretty much what you told me, faxed me a few details. In turn, I showed all the paperwork to a few colleagues and I can present you with an American restraining order. Now, you say he's staying at the same hotel as you?"
Leila nodded and listened to the police officer as she explained what Leila needed to do. René listened in too, because Leila allowed him to.
The police officer handed back the paperwork Leila had given her and told her to enjoy the rest of the evening. Leila thanked her profusely.
She and René walked back to the hotel, Leila holding onto both restraining orders for dear life, safe in the knowledge that if Marc stayed at the hotel any longer, he was breaching both restraining orders.
As they re-entered the hotel, they heard the classic Right Said Fred song - "I'm Too Sexy" - and Leila started to laugh.
"What's so funny about that song?"
"Every time I hear it, it reminds me of you. That little dance you do in the ring … you know."
That song reminded her of him? The thought made him grin.
"We'd better get back and tell Sylvan and Sophie the good news about the restraining order. They," René indicated the people at reception, "can wait until tomorrow. You are going to have a good night tonight."
Leila nodded - she was far too happy to argue with René over that.
They re-entered the hotel room a few minutes later, looking a little flustered but, luckily for them, Sophie and Sylvan didn't notice or didn't appear to have noticed.
"So much for Marc's theory that a restraining order issued in France won't hold up over here. I have in my hot little hand another restraining order."
Leila handed it to Sylvan and Sophie and went to sit in front of René. He rested his head on a shoulder and wrapped his arms around her.
"Did they say what to do about him being here?"
"Yeah but I'm leaving that until tomorrow. René has told me that I am to have a good night tonight."
"You've been having one already going by the looks of you two."
"Is it that obvious?"
Sylvan nodded with the cheeky smile on his face and Sophie shook her head, laughing to herself.
"He didn't come here and annoy you two at all?"
"No. We've been sitting here, having a few drinks, telling a few stories, you know, just the usual. We should sort out what you two will wear to this fancy dress party on the weekend before we get too drunk."
"I know what I'm wearing, thank you very much. His ring attire, but I'm leaving him with the Speedos though. You might have to do something about the tights though. They'd fall straight off me. The robe will be fine, as will the beret."
A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door. Leila looked towards it, hoping that someone else would answer it - luckily, Sylvan did.
"She thinks she's so clever, does Mademoiselle Leila. I wonder how bitterly disappointed she was when the police here said her restraining order wouldn't hold up over here."
"You poor, deluded fool. She and René have not long returned from the police who told them that not only did the French restraining order hold up over here, they were issued an American one also. I suggest you remove yourself from here otherwise we're all going down to reception and telling them about the order and we'll all have fun watching you being removed from the hotel."
Marc glared at Leila, who was cocooned in René's arms, leaning back into him. She was looking at Marc with a slight smile on her face, knowing full well that he would be very angry at being thwarted again. Sophie was glaring at Marc and René wasn't paying him any attention - his attention was on Leila's neck.
"I'll get you, Leila. Just you wait, you little bitch. You'll get your comeuppance."
Sylvan shut and locked the door before turning to look at Leila, Sophie and René.
"René, are you a vampire in disguise?"
"Sylvan, he was doing no harm at all!"
"I know but it did look a little dodgy from where I was standing."
"Yeah, well, everything looks dodgy from where you stand."
Sylvan smiled and proceeded to walk over to the bed, where Leila, René and Sophie were sitting with the Coke and Jim Beam.
"Now, Leila, promise me this. You won't worry about him again for the rest of the night?"
"No, Sylvan, I will not worry about him for the rest of the night. He's not worth it for a start!"
René smiled and watched Sylvan pour Leila another glass of Coke. He so hoped she was right, after all.

A/N: I think I did well on this chapter, considering I felt at least one lovely aftershock while typing it up - we had a 7.1 earthquake at 12.15am yesterday (which is a big one). The shaking went for three minutes and I swear it was the longest three minutes of my life. Luckily, no major damage happened at all *crosses fingers*