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Sixty-Four
Magnolia
“Is everything okay?” I blink up at Julian a few nights later.
We’re standing outside the Connaught and it sort of dawns on me what I’m doing, who I’m bringing to Allie Ballentine’s twenty-first birthday.
He frowns a little at my question. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Why?”
“I don’t know—” I shrug. “Keys stayed outside my apartment the whole night.”
Julian nods. “Got confused. He thought I was coming back to yours.”
“Oh.” I nod. “Right.”
He brushes his mouth over mine.
“Did you sort everything out?” I ask him, eyebrows up.
“Hmm?” He tilts his head.
“Your work thing?”
“Oh—” He nods, scratching his chin. “Yeah. Sorting.”
He slips his hand around my waist and pulls me tightly against him, kissing me more than he should around other people.
I give him a look. “You behave.”
“Yeah, right.” Julian snorts.
“I’m serious.” I give him a small scowl. “I love Allie. I love BJ’s parents.”
“You love BJ,” he tells me, rolling his eyes. I ignore him.
“They’ve never been anything but good to me and I don’t want to make them uncomfortable, so you will be on your best behaviour—” I point to him. “I mean GQ Julian. Vanity Fair Julian. Julian in front of Julie Andrews.”
“Fucking love Julie Andrews—” He nods appreciatively. “Top notch broad.”
“You’ll answer the questions, you’ll smile for the photos, you’ll keep your hand off my arse—”
He eyes me playfully. “No promises there.”
“You will be respectful and charming and you’ll delight the pants off of everyone in there, and I do mean that in a strictly metaphorical sense. All pants are to stay on all bodies at all times, thank you very much.”
He looks down at me, eyes pinched, a little annoyed. I can tell he wants to kiss me though.
“You realise you’re talking to one of the most powerful men in the country?”
I blink up at him. Very sexy. White slim-fit bib-front double-cuff cotton tuxedo shirt with the O’Connor-fit wool and mohair-blend tuxedo, all from Tom Ford. Bit of a megalomaniac but very sexy.
“I realise I’m talking to a man who I had on his knees last night, telling me he’d do whatever I wanted...”
He squashes a smile into a smirk.
“Pain in the arse.”
I kiss his cheek.
