Page 60 of Wanting Mr Black

He nods slowly. “Yep. On the flight here, he kept talking about her. It was doing my head in, to be honest. I was glad when we touched down.”

“Don’t be horrible.” I laugh.

“You don’t need to worry about your friend.” He disentangles himself from me and climbs out of bed. “Big Steve’s a teddy bear.”

He turns and heads towards the bathroom, leaving me with an uninterrupted view of his beautiful nakedness.

“Stop looking at my arse,” he calls over his shoulder, disappearing into the bathroom.

Busted!

I giggle and force myself out of bed, pulling on the nearest available piece of clothing, which happens to be Art’s black T-shirt from yesterday.

There’s a knock on the door, and I hear the click of a key card in the lock before the handle turns and the door opens a fraction.

“Is everybody decent?” Lucy calls before pushing the door open. She’s wearing her purple bikini from yesterday and carrying a tan Louis Vuitton leather holdall.

“Are you okay?” I ask even though the massive smile on her face is a complete giveaway.

“You could say that. Here’s Art’s stuff.” She drops the holdall down onto the floor and looks at the T-shirt I’m wearing. “You two have kissed and made up then, I take it?”

I tug at the edge of the T-shirt, pulling it down to make sure I’m decent, and feel ridiculous as my cheeks heat up. “Erm … yes. Do I really need to ask whose room you stayed in last night?”

Now, it’s her turn to go all shy. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger. “Steve’s, on the floor below.”

My eyebrows shoot up, and I smile. “I bet you did.”

I don’t get to grill her any further about her night of passion as Art walks out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped round his waist, and my friend’s concentration lapses. Her eyes widen like saucers as she watches him cross the room. If she were a cartoon, her eyes would be bulging and her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

“Erm, your … er … your stuff.”

He flashes a smile, picks up the holdall, and heads back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

She shoots me an envious look and mouths,Oh my God, before snapping back out of it. “I’ll just collect a few of my things. I’ll leave some stuff here for you to wear,” she says once normal service has resumed.

She opens the wardrobe and starts pulling clothes off hangers and draping them over her arm.

Thank God for Lucy and her overpacking gene. If it wasn’t for her, I’d have to go shopping.

“So?” I urge, eager to find out what the hell has happened between her and Big Steve. “What’s the goss with you?”

“A lady never tells.” She smirks.

“So, what’s stopping you then?” I joke.

“Oi.” Lucy chucks a black bikini top at me and feigns a hurt look. “I’ll tell you later when we go out.”

I frown. “Go out where?”

“On the boat.”

“What boat?”

She freezes, and for a second, there’s a look of panic in her eyes before she seems to remember herself and relaxes slightly. “Yeah, the boat trip. We’re going on a boat trip,” she says.

She’s acting weird.

“It’s news to me.”

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