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“We did. But that was in the past.”

“It does not have to be.” She gave him a slow, sultry smile. Claudine Accardi was an acclaimed Italian actress and a former model and once a long time ago, Cayden had idly contemplated making their relationship permanent, but then she had cheated on him with a cast member.

It had taken that incident to make him realized he would have been settling for the wrong woman. She was incredibly beautiful with her raven black hair and alabaster skin, but she could never be Blair, not even close.

“I would never cheat on my wife. And for you to even hint at that, it shows that you do not know me very well. If that is all?”

Her tawny eyes flashed fire - “I love you.”

He actually laughed at that. Genuine amusement flashing across his face. “No, you don’t. I don’t believe you know the meaning of the word.”

Leaning forward, he lifted one long elegant hand, where a magnificent pearl and ruby ring flashed on her ring finger. “Stunning and very expensive. Was this given to you before or after you dumped the poor bastard you have been seeing?”

She pouted, red lips managing to look both sexy and pleading at the same time. “Pierre is lousy in bed and too clingy.” She gripped his fingers. “You. on the other hand, were a tiger in bed. Darling, I still have such vivid memories of what we used to do there. I do not want to say goodbye.”

“We already did.” He extricated his fingers from hers and finished the wine. “Enjoy the Primavera, it is the best I ever tasted and order yourself a dessert. I have to go back to work.”

He strode away without a second look.

*****

Barry was flamboyantly gay. And his impeccable style and rapier wit were well known in the movie industry. He was horribly expensive but was one of the best. He came in – or rather glided in with a full team of assistants at his beck and call.

His hair was carefully styled blonde – a sort of gilded color immaculately shaped and styled. His outfit was a creaming red and gold pantsuit and a pair of red boots with heels.

After blowing kisses at the beautiful women in the room, he made his acerbic comment on the hugeness of Blair’s belly and her breasts, before snapping out orders. Within minutes, her salon had been transformed into an elegant beauty salon/massage area. Folding beds had been brought, and they were ordered to strip down to skin.

“I don’t feel comfortable…,” Blair began, but was shushed when Barry, simply led her to a comfortable recliner and started to take off the robe she had donned this morning.

“Hey.”

“Darling, I have seen it all and must say, your boobs are quite the work of art.” Stepping back, he pursed his lips and examined her naked upper body.

“Some of my strawberry and honey cream to get the skin glowing. Not that it needs much help. Being pregnant has brought out the shine.” Clapping his hands, he went to get his enormous work bag and started digging.

“Diego darling, not that cream. It is hard to believe that you have been with me the longest and still have no idea what to do. Usethe lemon for Kelly and the citrus for the others.” Shaking his head in disgust, he got to work.

It took several hours of being pommeled and poked and with her frequent trips to use the bathroom, the tasks took much longer. First she was scrubbed from face to feet with something smelling of raspberry and cream.

And then she was shaved down below, for an added allure. “Bare as a baby’s butt.” Barry nodded in approval. “Your man is going to eat his fill and come back for more.”

Blair had stopped being embarrassed and self-conscious, a few hours ago.

“If you say so.”

“I do, darling.” He purred as he worked on her breasts. “He is going to want to lick every inch of your skin. You’re totally welcome.”

Ignoring his comment, she closed her eyes and allowed his competent hands to work out the kinks. She had called down to the kitchen and food had been sent up, tons of it. The girls had devoured the delicious pates, chilled lobster tails, giant shrimps and caviar and were now content to exchange stories.

Barry was a notorious gossip and had all the goods on most people and was certainly not afraid to dish.

“I am telling you, girl…” He crowed. “That Belinda is a piece of work.” He had finished with her body and was now doing her hair. “She caught her husband with another man and is refusing to give him a divorce. Leon, please hand me the apricot conditioner. No dummy, the one in the oblong tube.

Good God, you would think you are blind as well as illiterate. As I was saying, she is in denial. I knew the gentleman was gay a long time ago, because he propositioned me at a party some time ago.”

“And I am sure you did not turn him down.”

He gave Kelly an injured look. “I thought you knew me better, darling. I do not mess around with married men. Bad karma. And besides, I was in a very committed relationship at the time.”

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