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But after my weird reaction to seeing Camaro kiss the supermodel, I began to wonder. Perhaps I needed to kick-start more than just my future career prospects?
Belle had a wonderful child. An amazing career. A gorgeous billionaire who I suspected was already halfway in love with her... And she was probably having the best sex of her life right about now... While I had never even had a boyfriend.
Which surely totally explained why had I got all hot and bothered over having a sex god like Camaro lock gazes with me.
And whose fault was that, exactly?
It’s your fault, Jess. For always being so terrified of taking a risk.
I’d come to Paris alone, and snuck in here tonight, with the goal of beginning a new career path for myself. But maybe rather than touting for business what I needed to do was use this opportunity to stop hiding from life.
So go for it already!
Nerves fizzed alongside the vintage bubbles. If I didn’t finally manage to lose my virginity tonight, I could at least put my spectacular vintage Dior dress to good use and take a crash course in flirting 101.
I’d show Renzo Camaro. And everyone else here, I added hastily.
And the best way to do that was to make my first, and probably only, masquerade ball a night to remember.
No one here knew who I was. Which meant if I kept my newly minted business cards in my purse, I could be whoever I wanted to be tonight. Not the tomboy virgin who left her foster home at sixteen to pursue a career in catering... Not the unnoticed mousy cousin of one of the Super League’s top R&D experts who needed to schmooze for business tonight. But a mysterious femme fatale in red satin.
Cinderella, hold my beer.
Renzo
Who is the girl in red?
And why the heck had she been captivating me all evening? Because the unfamiliar mix of jealously and arousal which pulsed in my gut every time I glimpsed her dancing, with a variety of increasingly unsuitable men, was driving me wild.
Something about her had reminded me vaguely of my former R&D expert, Belle Simpson, when I had first spotted her from the balcony as I greeted the guests. But that didn’t explain the need which had coursed over my skin and made me ache. Or why I felt motivated to kiss Edina in front of everyone—because I knew she was watching us.
It had been a long time since I’d needed, or wanted to make a woman jealous. And I’d certainly never had to work to attract one. Because all I usually had to do was wait for them to come to me... Just ask Edina.
And that vague similarity to Belle should be a turn-off too.
Belle had always hadunattainablewritten all over her. And I had never been the kind of man who cared to sleep with women who came with strings attached. Because that sounded like far too much work.
‘Renzo, why don’t we sneak away to your suite, you know you want me, darling?’
I turned to find Edina pouting at me with that look in her eyes which I’m sure she thought was sultry, but I found boring. When we had hooked up over a month ago, I had told her I never slept with the same woman twice, but she had refused to get the message.
Perhaps you shouldn’t have kissed her then, just to make the girl in red jealous?
I stifled the lowering thought and snagged Edina’s wrist to lift her grasping fingers from my lapel.
‘This is my party, Edina,’ I murmured, holding onto my irritation to avoid a scene. ‘So I cannot simply leave.’
‘Of course, you can.’ She pouted some more. ‘You have your playboy reputation to protect,’ she added with a teasing grin, which failed to amuse me. Especially when I caught a glimpse of the girl in red behind her.
Her lithe body gyrated to the music, her subtle curves mesmerizing me in that damn dress which shifted and glowed, clinging to her high firm breasts like a second skin.
The shot of adrenaline careered through me unchecked.Again. And began to annoy me. Why was I holding back? And waiting for her to approach me? I had sensed her awareness of me when our gazes met earlier. So why not approach her? I certainly hadn’t slept with her before, because she would not intrigue me now if I had.
Edina grasped my cheek again, the way she had earlier on the balcony, but my patience was at an end. I jerked my head free. And sent her a tight smile.
‘You force me to be blunt, Edina,’ I said. ‘I told you, I have a rule I never break. Which means I have no desire to bed you again.’
She gasped at the insult, but it was clear she had got the message when she hissed, ‘Why do you have to be such a bastard, Renzo?’
