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‘You can thank Judy for that,’ he says. ‘She gave me a proper bollocking.’

‘I’m sorry I missed that.’ I smile at him. ‘But you can tell me about it later. Let’s get you a drink and we can explain to our lovely hostess why you’ve turned up out of the blue.’

‘Noah’s already let her know,’ he says bashfully. ‘But yeah, I’m keen to apologise to her.’

I narrow my eyes at him. ‘Isapologisea code word forogle one of the most beautiful actors on the planet?’

‘Nope,’ he says. ‘I have no fucking interest in anyone but you. But I might extend the apology to cover all the inappropriatethings I intend to do to my girlfriend under the dinner table and on the dance floor later.’

‘I’d just seek forgiveness later, if I were you.’ I let my head drop against his chest. The sound of his heart beating steadily against my ear may just be the best thing I’ve ever heard, and the smell ofhimthrough freshly laundered linen puts the work of the chefs here to shame.

Heaven isn’t here.

It’s him.

CHAPTER 39

Lotta

Aide’s already in our suite’s huge bed when I emerge from taking my makeup off in the bathroom. I’m tired from too much food, wine, and dancing. When half of Hollywood takes over Le Club 55, you’re in for one hell of a party. The vibe got so rowdy, so infectious, after dinner that even Aide fell foul of it and ended up dancing on the tables with me.

It was one of the best evenings of my life, and it had nothing to do with the glamour of the scene and everything to do with letting rip with my gorgeous, sexy boyfriend.

Oh, and it turns out the man canmove.

Not that that’s a huge surprise given his mastery of rhythm when he’s horizontal.

Tired I may be, but the vision of Aide, those massive arms crossed behind his head, looking tanned and hairy and fucking gorgeous against the crisp white Provençal linen is a far more compelling siren’s call than sleep. I undo my robe, letting it drop to the floor, and crawl naked across the expanse of bed towards him. I’m not sure a man has ever looked more appreciatively at a woman’s body than he’s looking at mine right now.

I crouch over him, loving how his face tilts up to meet mine, and drop a kiss on his lips.

Mmm.

I go to settle on top of him so I can kiss him more deeply, melt into him, but he halts me with a firm grip on each of my upper arms.

‘Not yet.’ He glances from my face to my boobs, which are hanging right there in front of him, and back to my face with difficulty.

‘Why?’

‘Verbal apology first,’ he says, gently manoeuvring us both onto our sides, ‘andthencomes the physical apology.’

Oh.

God he’s sweet. It’s probably pathetic, but all my anger and frustration has melted away because he’s here with me, and that’s all that matters.

‘Just the physical apology is fine,’ I say hastily, and he laughs, rolling us further so I’m on my back and he’s ranging over me.

’Nope. That’s not how it works. Though the physical apology will be very thorough.’

I open my legs so he can settle between them. He braces himself on his forearms and I gaze up at him like a lovesick moron. ‘If you’re planning on saying anything, don’t bother, because I won’t be listening to a word you say. Not when your dick’srightthere.’

At least one part of him is anxious to be inside of me.

He grins, but it’s pained. ‘Fuck.’

‘Maybe go into caveman mode?’ I suggest. ‘You’re very good at single syllables and two-word sentences when you’re horny.’

His smile softens. ‘Okay.’ He dips his head and rubs his nose with mine before pulling back so he can look me in the eye. ‘How about this? I’m sorry.’