leading man, or worse, one of those tarty women who followed footballers around. Tiffany was right. She couldn’t be seen out with him in a public place.
So what should she do?
She could cancel – leave a note with the hotel reception desk, say she had been called away. Would that work? She was sure it would, but deep inside she felt a bitter twist of disappointment. She was looking forward to dinner, looking forward to discovering more about the mysterious and, let’s face it, incredibly sexy Peter. Once Sebastian didn’t find out, there was really no problem. What the eye didn’t see and all that...The key was keeping it all discreet. And they were only going out to dinner – it wasn’t as if she was going to cancel the wedding on the basis of one liaison dangereuse that might or might not happen. It was just a bit of fun. And if anything did...Caroline drew in a sharp breath. She could feel something happening low down in her stomach that made her want to plunge her hand into her panties and writhe against the basin, oh good God....if it did, AND IT MIGHT NOT...then it would be one last fling before she tied the knot. Voilà, c’est tout.
It was entirely possible that he’d turn out to be very boring and that would be it. Unlikely but possible. She looked at the phone, still in her hand, pouting.
She could ask him up.
Caroline shook her head, amazed that she’d even considered the idea. If anyone found out she’d had a strange man in her apartment?...And what if he did turn out to be dangerous? Caroline felt a smile flicker at the corner of her mouth There was no if in that question, she knew damn well he was dangerous...she felt a thrill of excitement deep inside, oh God. They needed to go somewhere private...and in a private car...but there was no way Peter would fit into her tiny BMW Z9 sports car...and where could they go?
Then she had it. She flicked the keys on her BlackBerry, dialled the Four Seasons Hotel.
‘ Concierge please.’ She was put straight through. ‘This is Caroline Audiguet- O’Reilly. I need a limousine for eight o’clock this evening, for two people, but I’d like a large one with a private passenger area - you know, one with a partition between the driver and the rear seats.’ She paused as the concierge made a note, ‘And I need a hamper. Dinner for two and a couple of bottles of Bolly.’ She nodded as he made some suggestions, ‘Perfect, that sounds lovely.’
She clicked the phone to off, a smile creeping across her face. Perfect. The hotel had its own limousine service for residents – the Mercedes S-Class would pick them up outside and where would they go? Somewhere they could see the sea, or up the mountains maybe...yes there was a lovely spot up in the Wicklow Mountains that Sebastian had taken her too once, miles away from anywhere.
Perfect. A picnic in the mountains.
She’d better get a move on, decisions had to be made.
Turning back to the wardrobe Caroline leafed through her dresses and pulling one out, inspected it. Too sexy? Could you be too sexy? It was Herve Leger, a black plunge-neck bandage dress, made of wonderful stretchy stuff that clung to her boyish frame, giving her curves that weren’t normally there. Sophisticated and flattering. Perfect for meeting your insurance man. Caroline fought a mischievous smile, drawing in a deep breath tingling with anticipation. Would anyone see them? What would she tell Sebastian if they were spotted? She could feel a nag of worry pulling at her stomach, but it was positively eclipsed by excitement.
NINE
Alex’s phone began to ring the moment the wheels of her car crunched on the gravel in her drive. For a second, she gripped the steering wheel, sighing deeply, willing it to stop. The sound of the ring tone ramped, positively demanding her attention. Finally, she gave in, and reached for it. Just as it stopped. The story of her life. It was probably Marina wanting to know how the day had gone. Moments
So what should she do?
She could cancel – leave a note with the hotel reception desk, say she had been called away. Would that work? She was sure it would, but deep inside she felt a bitter twist of disappointment. She was looking forward to dinner, looking forward to discovering more about the mysterious and, let’s face it, incredibly sexy Peter. Once Sebastian didn’t find out, there was really no problem. What the eye didn’t see and all that...The key was keeping it all discreet. And they were only going out to dinner – it wasn’t as if she was going to cancel the wedding on the basis of one liaison dangereuse that might or might not happen. It was just a bit of fun. And if anything did...Caroline drew in a sharp breath. She could feel something happening low down in her stomach that made her want to plunge her hand into her panties and writhe against the basin, oh good God....if it did, AND IT MIGHT NOT...then it would be one last fling before she tied the knot. Voilà, c’est tout.
It was entirely possible that he’d turn out to be very boring and that would be it. Unlikely but possible. She looked at the phone, still in her hand, pouting.
She could ask him up.
Caroline shook her head, amazed that she’d even considered the idea. If anyone found out she’d had a strange man in her apartment?...And what if he did turn out to be dangerous? Caroline felt a smile flicker at the corner of her mouth There was no if in that question, she knew damn well he was dangerous...she felt a thrill of excitement deep inside, oh God. They needed to go somewhere private...and in a private car...but there was no way Peter would fit into her tiny BMW Z9 sports car...and where could they go?
Then she had it. She flicked the keys on her BlackBerry, dialled the Four Seasons Hotel.
‘ Concierge please.’ She was put straight through. ‘This is Caroline Audiguet- O’Reilly. I need a limousine for eight o’clock this evening, for two people, but I’d like a large one with a private passenger area - you know, one with a partition between the driver and the rear seats.’ She paused as the concierge made a note, ‘And I need a hamper. Dinner for two and a couple of bottles of Bolly.’ She nodded as he made some suggestions, ‘Perfect, that sounds lovely.’
She clicked the phone to off, a smile creeping across her face. Perfect. The hotel had its own limousine service for residents – the Mercedes S-Class would pick them up outside and where would they go? Somewhere they could see the sea, or up the mountains maybe...yes there was a lovely spot up in the Wicklow Mountains that Sebastian had taken her too once, miles away from anywhere.
Perfect. A picnic in the mountains.
She’d better get a move on, decisions had to be made.
Turning back to the wardrobe Caroline leafed through her dresses and pulling one out, inspected it. Too sexy? Could you be too sexy? It was Herve Leger, a black plunge-neck bandage dress, made of wonderful stretchy stuff that clung to her boyish frame, giving her curves that weren’t normally there. Sophisticated and flattering. Perfect for meeting your insurance man. Caroline fought a mischievous smile, drawing in a deep breath tingling with anticipation. Would anyone see them? What would she tell Sebastian if they were spotted? She could feel a nag of worry pulling at her stomach, but it was positively eclipsed by excitement.
NINE
Alex’s phone began to ring the moment the wheels of her car crunched on the gravel in her drive. For a second, she gripped the steering wheel, sighing deeply, willing it to stop. The sound of the ring tone ramped, positively demanding her attention. Finally, she gave in, and reached for it. Just as it stopped. The story of her life. It was probably Marina wanting to know how the day had gone. Moments
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