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the wall support me, trying to
pull myself together from the most intensely erotic experience of my life and
we hadn’t even had sex. I blinked and looked down as he put the white card in
my hand and closed my fingers around it. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, ma belle.’
    ‘What if I don’t call,’ I managed to say,
breaking his hot as hell, intense gaze. I needed all of my energies focussed on
not letting my body slide down the wall, into an over aroused puddle on the
floor.
    ‘You’ll call,’ he confirmed, confidence
powering his voice, as he ran his thumb over my lower lip again. ‘You are too
curious to see if I am as good as I claim.’ My breath hitched and I closed my
eyes, praying he was about to kiss me again, to send my mind into the stratosphere,
weightless and free of anything but the beauty of that moment, as he had
before. He leaned forwards, disappointing me by instead simply whispering
sexily in my ear. ‘Trust me, I am even better. Bonne nuit, ma belle, Lulu ,
à demain, until tomorrow.’
    I felt that shiver of delight shake my body
like a small earthquake, reminding me of my fragility when it came to men I
desired, they were few and very far between and had the capacity to shatter me,
rendering me to tiny fragments that may never be glued back together again. I
held my breath, waiting for that goodnight kiss, my lips gently pursing and
swelling with anticipation.
    ‘Thank God, I was worried sick about you,
Lulu,’ came Coco’s voice. ‘You’ve been gone ages.’ I slowly opened my eyes and
looked around to find he’d vanished, yet I was still surrounded by his scent,
the powerful aura of masculinity he exuded. ‘What happened?’
    ‘I’m not entirely sure,’ I replied, as I looked
down at the card in my hand, needing something to tell me that I hadn’t just
dreamed that and there it was. A simple white card, with the name Luc in fancy
calligraphy, with two telephone numbers listed below, telling me that one was
his mobile and the other his direct office line. Nothing else. No surname, no
company details, nothing. I turned it over and drew in a shocked breath to see
a hand written message, in English, on the reverse.
     

     
    ‘How the hell did he know my name?’ I demanded, as I
looked up at Coco. He hadn’t had a chance to write this since he’d heard it
pass my lips, which meant he’d known it before he even sent over the Champagne
then followed me to the ladies. She shrugged and shook her head, leaving me
even more puzzled.
     

     

Mrs. Le Grand

    Lulu
    The
Present
     
    ‘Be a good boy for Claire later, darling,’ I advised
Tristan, as I held him in my arms and kissed his soft cheek. ‘Mummy might have
to work late, I usually do after a lovely weekend with you, but if I can’t get
home before Claire puts you to bed, I’ll come and kiss you goodnight. But I’ll
make sure I’m there for breakfast with you and to take you to school, ok?’
    ‘Ok, Mummy,’ he sighed, as he flopped against my
shoulder, his warm breath heating up my neck.
    ‘What’s the matter? Don’t you like Claire
anymore?’ I asked, suddenly worried. I’d spent months interviewing nannies and
she was one of a very short list that had met my rigorous criteria and that I’d
liked enough to trust to look after the most precious thing in my life. The two
of them getting along was crucial.
    ‘Yes,’ he replied.
    ‘Then why the big sigh?’
    ‘I like you more,’ he whispered in my ear,
making my heart melt.
    ‘I know, darling and I’m sorry. But Mummy has
to go to work to earn money, so that we can live in our nice house, eat Chinese
takeaway for dinner, roast chicken and Yorkshire pudding for Sunday lunch and
visit the zoo once a month. We had a great weekend, didn’t we?’ I kissed his
head again.
    ‘Yes,’ he giggled, as his one hand tangled in
my hair. ‘I saw Max the elephant. I love elephants.’
    ‘I know you do,’ I laughed. ‘I’ll do my best to
get home early enough to give you