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elegance of Lucy and her gorgeously bared back, which just made him want to see more of her, a feast for his imagination. If seeing Lucy in that dress affected him so intensely, then no doubt every other bastard in the place was also affected by her. He glanced around the table once more and took stock of the other men. Everyone seemed to be behaving courteously, although Gerard seemed to be a little too eager in his attentions towards her.
    Rhett looked at his watch and checked the programme. A little over twenty minutes should see that they could excuse themselves. Before he had arrived, he’d checked that his plans were in place. Now he couldn’t wait to get Lucy alone and out of the vicinity of Camille and her venomous attitude.
     
    * * * *
     
    Lucy was starting to become agitated, although Gerard was offering pleasant and diverting conversation. She was becoming increasingly worried about Camille and her possible intentions. Her pointed glances in Lucy’s direction were quite snide, as were some of her comments. More than a few times, she had felt Rhett stiffen beside her in obvious discomfort.
    She looked at her watch and noted that she had five minutes until Rhett had asked to meet her in the lobby. She excused herself to the other guests, grabbed her clutch purse and made her way to the Ladies room to freshen up.
    Lucy reapplied lipstick and brushed a light coat of powder over her face before she fluffed her hair. She was pleased that her makeup seemed to be holding up. She supposed that the cool air conditioning had helped with that. She checked her dress and smoothed it over her hips before twisting and checking that the back was in place. Happy that she looked her best, she left the restroom.
    She had just exited through the door when she ran into Camille—literally. Startled, Lucy apologised and attempted to step past her, but Camille blocked her way.
    “I want to talk to you,” Camille slurred.
    Lucy looked the woman over and realised with a jolt that she was drunk. Her hair was coming undone from its updo and her bright red lipstick was smeared across her mouth, giving her a rather alarming, clown-like appearance.
    “I don’t have time to talk right now, Camille,” she said quietly and tried once again to move past her. She desperately wanted to avoid becoming involved in a scene with an angry, inebriated woman.
    “I want you to stay away from Rhett. He’s mine,” she hissed and jabbed a manicured, red talon in Lucy’s direction. “He’s my fiancé. We are getting married.”
    “I’m sure that Rhett will inform me of anything that he would like me to know, Camille. Now if you will excuse me.”
    Before Lucy could make another move to break away from her, Camille had her backed up against the wall. Camille was significantly taller than she and that, added to the unpredictability of Camille’s intoxicated state, started to concern Lucy.
    “You know what you are? You’re nothing but a nasty, gold-digging cougar,” she sneered in Lucy’s face, sending waves of alcohol-soaked breath in her direction.
    Lucy gasped. The air left her lungs and her chest tightened.
    Still reeling from the verbal attack, she saw Rhett appear behind Camille.
    “What the fuck are you doing, Camille?” he asked, his voice ominously low.
    Upon hearing him, Camille whirled around. “Rhett, I was just speak—”
    Rhett shook his head and stopped her with a raised palm and an icy glare. “Don’t, Camille. I heard everything. This has gone on long enough.”
    He turned from Camille, grasped Lucy gently by the wrist and pulled her towards him. “I’m sorry. I should have come after you when I noticed that Camille had left the table.” He turned to glare once more in Camille’s direction.
    “You have really shown your true colours this evening and you wonder why I broke things off with you? It was because of this sort of shit, Camille. You are one nasty, self-centred piece of work. I can’t believe I ever thought