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“Would you at least tell us if Rafe was plotting something that would rain hell and destruction on our heads?” Jullien grumbled.
Philippe didn’t have a chance to chastise him—Lola had placed her forearms on the bar and leaned toward Jullien, her long fingers inches away from his. “What’s wrong, Jullien? Aren’t you in the mood for a little fun?”
“I think you and Rafe have a warped sense of fun.”
That reply only made her smile grow even wider. “You haven’t let me show you what kind of fun I like to have. You might enjoy it.”
Philippe bit his bottom lip at the obvious shiver that ran through Jullien. At least Lola was making some clear overtures toward Jullien, even if his old friend remained stuck in the mud.
Philippe’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out to find a text from Rafe waiting for him.
Rafe: My surprise is ready for you! Come see,mon ange!
Rafe: Here is but a small taste.
Rafe: [image]
“Mon Dieu,” slipped from Philippe’s lips before he could catch it as his brain tried and failed to process the image of the bed. Was he serious? Rafe was redecorating their home.
“What? What happened?” Jullien demanded.
“Is that Rafe’s surprise?” Lola asked, sounding as if she were also curious. Maybe she didn’t know what her boss was up to.
Philippe pressed the phone to his chest and stared wordlessly at his companions, trying to remember the English language. “I—yes. His surprise. I need to go up to the penthouse. Do you have things under control down here? I should be back. Later.”
He was already stepping away from the bar as he spoke.
Lola laughed and lazily waved a hand at him. “Yeah, yeah. Go. We got it. See you tomorrow night.”
Philippe darted away, weaving through the crowd and various employees to get to the elevator. It was only when he stepped into the car that he realized he should have argued with Lola that he would return this evening.
No matter.
As the car zoomed up to the top floor, Philippe pulled his phone from his chest and dared to look at the picture of the enormous black bed again.What in the world?This was so very different from Rafe’s normal style and taste. He liked sleek, clean lines. Modern minimalism.
This was…this was very unexpected.
He sighed at his thought and shook his head. This was so very Rafe.
As he stepped off the elevator and crossed to the living room, he found his beautiful mate waiting for him, his arms spread wide. “There’smon ange! I have the most wonderful surprise for you.”
Philippe’s eyes darted around the living room and the other bits of the penthouse he could see from where he stood. So far, everything appeared the same. Apparently, Rafe was just redecorating their bedroom. Okay. That was good. He might make fun of Jullien, but he was the same. He needed his changes in small doses. Redecorating the bedroom alone was fine.
After pocketing his phone, Philippe stepped into Rafe’s waiting embrace. “I’m eager to see what you’ve been up to. Have you been feeling restless? Am I not keeping you entertained enough?”
Rafe huffed. “I thought it was time for something new. It’s not your job to entertain me. Simply love me.”
“And I love you with all of my heart and soul,” Philippe answered, tipping his face up toward Rafe.
His lover took the offering without question, losing them in a slow, deep kiss that wiped away Philippe’s trepidation and filled him with warm reassurance and a sense of safety that only Rafe could provide. Philippe loved this man so completely. Rafe was his everything, and he would happily follow him into whatever chaos, hell, or heaven he pursued.
Rafe lifted his mouth from Philippe’s and smiled. “Are you trying to distract me?”
“Maybe give you a reason to try out that bed you showed me.”
Excitement lit Rafe’s eyes, and he grabbed Philippe’s hand, pulling him along to the bedroom.
Where Philippe was once again knocked speechless.
