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that I could spend the rest of my life with you. I told you that it wouldn’t work between us, that we’re too different, and this just proves it.”
    “Rhett, p-please. Think about our families.”
    Camille tried to grasp his arm, but Rhett shook her off and turned his back on her.
    “Lucy, come with me,” he spoke quietly in Lucy’s ear and urged her forwards, his hand on her elbow.
    Lucy allowed him to lead her away from the now weeping Camille. She wanted to leave the vicinity. Their encounter outside of the Ladies room had started to draw attention and the situation was becoming incredibly awkward.
    “If you come with me, I will explain everything,” Rhett said, hurrying her towards the elevators.
    She just nodded and matched his brisk pace, suddenly very eager to hear what he had to say.

Chapter Eleven
     
     
     
    Five minutes and fifteen storeys later, they were standing in front of the door to one of the hotel’s suites.
    Lucy’s palms were clammy and her stomach was fluttering. She looked at Rhett and once again, her breath hitched at the raw sexuality emanating from him. His hair was appealingly mussed from where he had been running his hands through it and his powerful chest was vibrating with obvious anxiety.
    He gave her a tight smile then fished a card out of his jacket pocket and swiped it through the security door mechanism. He stood aside to allow her to enter before him.
    She crossed the threshold and gasped in delight. Vases of roses stood on every surface, their velvety red petals looking almost too perfect to be real. Their floral perfume wafted around the room, enveloping her in their rich aroma. Droplets of moisture speckled the blooms, reflecting the light and bestowing an almost magical quality on their surroundings. Roses are red , the first line of the classic love poem, flitted through her mind. Dotted around the vases, and placed to best effect, were candles. The soft, shimmering light created by the tapers and the heavenly scent of the roses formed an atmosphere so romantic as to take her breath away.
    She froze in awe, mesmerised by the beautiful scene before her. She cast her gaze towards Rhett who stood to her right, hands in his pockets. At some stage he had undone the top button of his white dress shirt and his black bow tie now hung loose around his neck, giving him a rakish air. He looked at her anxiously, tension tightening the skin around his eyes.
    “This is beautiful, Rhett,” she breathed in appreciation. “I can’t believe you did this.”
    He smiled his full-wattage, panty-dropping smile and walked towards her. The anxiety left his face as he grasped her hands in his.
    “I was worried about your reaction,” he murmured. “I was afraid you might think it a little extreme.”
    Lucy laughed. “Well, it is definitely a little over the top, but I love it.”
    “Come,” he said earnestly, taking her hand and leading her towards a lounge suite. “We need to talk.”
    She settled into the plush leather seat and he sat beside her.
    “Champagne?” he asked as he reached for a bottle of Moët et Chandon that had been cooling in an ice bucket.
    “Please.”
    Rhett poured champagne into two crystal flutes then handed her one. Lucy took the glass gratefully, happy to have a distraction to assist with the conversation ahead.
    “I’m so glad that you are here with me in this room right now. After everything that has happened I wouldn’t have blamed you if you never wanted to speak to me again.”
    “The last few days have been rather interesting, to say the least,” she said dryly.
    He smiled then drew in a deep breath. “Let me explain about Camille.”
    “Please do, because I am dying to hear the truth about your relationship.” She couldn’t keep the bitterness from her voice.
    He grimaced before continuing. “Camille and I were engaged. I broke it off four months ago.”
    Lucy wasn’t sure what she had been expecting to hear, but it wasn’t that.