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“He didn’t look at you,” Juliette chastises her. “His eyes were on me.”
Dear God.
Just then, Henri Durand and his friends approach us, and I let out a sigh of relief.
Henri’s father plays golf with mine, and I’ve known him for a couple of years. We’ve hooked up on random occasions, but there will never be anything serious between us.
“Ladies.” He grins his usual playful grin. “What are we celebrating?”
“My birthday,” Sophie informs him. “Why don’t you join us?”
Henri, André, and Laurent take a seat, and the men order a bottle of expensive champagne.
André immediately cozies up to our birthday girl. Laurent pays attention to Liliane, seeing as Juliette has made it clear on many occasions that none of them are good enough for her.
She’s holding out for a marriage with Ranier Olivier, the son of a prominent businessman.
Henri rests his arm on the back of our sofa, and his fingers brush over my bicep. “How have you been,machérie?”
My eyes flit to Max, who’s watching Henri like a hawk that’s about to swoop in and devour his prey.
I actually feel a sense of danger, and the moment I lock eyes with Max, I give him a reassuring smile so he won’t ruin my chances of getting laid tonight.
There’s only so much satisfaction a woman can get from her battery-operated friend. Sometimes I need the real thing, and right now, Henri is as real as it gets.
Turning my attention to Henri, I answer his question, “The same as always. I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I’ve been busy at work. My father plans to retire.”
I raise an eyebrow. “He’s not that old. Is he?”
“He’s turning fifty-five this year.”
I nod. “Hey, it’s good news for you. Congratulations.”
The server brings the bottle of champagne, and soon the bubbly liquid is flowing from glass to glass.
We all take a flute, then André toasts, “To the prettiest birthday girl in the club. May she have many more.”
After I take a sip, Henri leans in close and whispers, “Are we good for later tonight, or should I find someone else.”
“Such a romantic,” I tease him.
His directness has never bothered me. I actually appreciate that he doesn’t play mind games.
My eyes dart to Max again, who’s scanning the room for any threats.
As much as I need a good service, it’s going to be awkward with Max within hearing distance.
The image of me screaming while orgasming, followed by Max bursting into the room with his gun drawn, and shooting poor Henri by accident, has me shaking my head.
Regretfully, I decline, “I’m going to pass tonight.”
There goes my sex life.
Before Henri can leave, I add, “Have a couple of drinks with us before you go on the prowl.”
“Of course.”
