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.I’ll wear mine.”Eventually Fabrice gave in.“Black.” He huffed in disgust.“No one’s going to see them.”“But I’ll know.”“You’ll get over it.” Summer patted him on the arm.“Fine.Take the dress off and I’ll do your nails and makeup.”“Not my nails.”Fabrice groaned.“You want me to tear my hair out?”“You have a shaved head,” she pointed out.He gasped.“It’s already gone?”Summer smiled.“I don’t like nail polish.It makes my fingers feel weird, as though they’re not attached to my hands.And I don’t want a lot of makeup either.I never wear much.”“Trust me.” Fabrice beamed.“No,” Summer said.“You can always wash it off if you don’t like it,” Jai said.“I’ve gone right off you,” Fabrice snapped.Summer closed her eyes and let him get on with it.It was relaxing having brushes drift over her skin.She’d put on a small amount of makeup for Angie’s wedding but hadn’t used it at all for the eighteen months she’d been away.When she was blasting through the waves on a boat or setting up equipment on a hilltop, battling a wind strong enough to blow her over the edge, it hardly seemed worth bothering with anything more than sunscreen.But if she was going to be with Jai—not if—because she was now with Jai, she understood she needed to make more of an effort.“Okay.Done.You can look in the mirror.”Summer didn’t turn toward the mirror, she faced Jai.He’d dressed in his tux, but left the jacket off.“You look beautiful,” he whispered.Summer pouted.“I didn’t look beautiful before?”“I’m sure when Fabrice has done your makeup, you’ll look…fine.”Fabrice let out a snort of disgust and Summer laughed.“Will you take our picture after I’ve put my party dress on?” she asked and gestured at her camera.Once she was in the dress and Jai had slid on his jacket, they stood on the balcony with the illuminated Eiffel Tower behind them, held hands and looked into each other’s eyes.Summer’s heart lurched.“Oh fuck,” Fabrice said.“Can I stay in your bed and wait for you to come back?”They laughed and he snapped several pictures.* * * * *When she and Jai walked into the reception at the Le Petit Palace Chaumbert, the place was buzzing with people.Summer clung to his hand.“Damn, I wish I had one of those flexible clips so I could fasten myself to you,” she whispered.“Should we have a meeting point in case we get split up?”“Not going to happen but just in case, right here by the door, okay?”As they mingled in the crowds with glasses of champagne, Summer was glad she wasn’t wearing her own dress because she was fairly sure she’d have been mistaken for a waitress.“I can see Jules Montaigne heading our way,” he said in her ear.“He’s the creative director of Fixx.Pin’s boss.”It was like watching the Red Sea parting as Montaigne walked toward them with three young men following.He was a tall, steely-eyed guy with close-cropped silver hair.He swept his gaze over Summer and he smiled.He and Jai air-kissed, then Jai introduced her and he air-kissed Summer too.“You look lovely,” Montaigne said, his French accent wrapping around her and tugging.Summer looked down at her dress.“This old thing?”He laughed.“You’re not a model.You’re tanned and you have a sense of humor.What do you do?”“Meteorological research.Specifically the changing patterns of El Niño and La Niña.”He raised his eyebrows.“Fascinating.And your color tells me you’ve been somewhere warm.”“Eighteen months in South America.”“Come and tell me about it later.” He nodded to Jai and wandered off with his posse.“You’re not going anywhere near him,” Jai said.“He has a reputation.”“For what?”“Seducing other men’s wives and girlfriends and boyfriends.He’s so powerful, no one dares say no.”She squeezed his fingers.“I’m not interested.Well, not unless he has a Ferrari and a bigger cock than yours.”Jai chuckled.He introduced her to so many people she had no hope of remembering who they were, but some faces she recognized—movie stars, singers, sportsmen.“Good thing I’m not into collecting autographs,” she said.“You know a lot of famous people.”“I don’t really know them.We’ve met a few times, that’s all, but everyone pretends they’re friends.”When they moved into the area where they’d be eating, Summer gasped [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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