u, Christian.”
He opens his eyes and circles his arms around me as I gently drag the razor
down his cheek from the bottom of his sideburn.
“I know,” he says, angling his face so I can sha一ve the rest of his cheek. Two
more strokes and I’ve finished.
“All done, and not a drop of blood spilt.” I grin proudly. He runs his hand up
my leg so that my nightdress rides up my thigh and pulls me on to his lap so
that I’m astride him. I steady myself with my hands on his upper arms. He’s
really very muscular.
“Can I take you somewhere today?”
“No sunbathing?” I arch a caustic brow at him.
He licks his lips nervously. “No. No sunbathing today. I thought you might
prefer that.”
“Well, since you’ve covered me in hickeys and effectively put the kibosh on
that, sure, why not?”
Wisely he chooses to ignore my tone. “It’s a drive, but it’s worth a visit from
what I’ve read. My dad recommended we visit. It’s a hilltop village called
Saint Paul de Vence. There are some galleries there. I thought we could pick
out some paintings or sculptures for the new house, if we find anything we
like.”
Holy crap. I lean back and gaze at him. Art . . . he wants to buy art. How can I
buy art?
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“What?” he asks.
“I know nothing about art, Christian.”
He shrugs and smiles at me indulgently. “We’ll only buy what we like. This
isn’t about investment.”
Investment? Jeez.
“What?” he says again.
I shake my head.
“Look, I know we only got the architect’s drawings the other day—
but there’s no harm in looking, and the town is an ancient, medieval place.”
Oh—the architect, he had to remind me of her . . . a good friend of Elliot’s,
Gia Matteo. During our meetings, she’d been all over Christian like a rash.
“What now?” Christian exclaims. I shake my head. “Tell me,” he urges.
How can I tell him that I don’t like Gia? My dislike is irrational. I don’t want to
come across as the jealous wife.
“You’re not still mad about what I did yesterday?” He sighs and nuzzles his
face between my br
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