Page 73 of Arrogant Playboy

Georgia bursts out laughing. “Let me guess, you’re calling me because you slept with him last night?”

How did she know? And why is she laughing? “Yes.”

“And what is the problem? Other than the main one, that he is your client. Blah, blah, blah,” she teases.

“Something changed between us last night and I …”

“Wait … I can hear it in your voice. Oh. You’ve fallen for him.”

“I can’t have feelings for him as there’s a chance I’m leaving, but I do like hanging out with him. And yes, I do want to keep sleeping with him,” I confess to her.

“Then what’s the problem?” she asks, and I’m not sure what it is anymore.

“I don’t know.”

“If you are seeking permission to throw the whole ‘he’s my client’ excuse in the bin then you have my permission. It was a flimsy one anyway.” She chuckles. “If you want to continue hooking up in secret then I’m all for it.”

“No one can know, especially not Emily, she will push for double dating and all those kinds of things.”

“True. You don’t see a future with Daniel like she does with Louis?” Georgia’s words still me, not that I imagined what it would be like in a white dress with him, but I might have imagined what it would be like to walk down the street hand in hand like we did in New York. Spending the day shopping for our home together, I’ve thought about the things I would do to his Mayfair house if I was living there, adding my touches to the New York place, and dreaming about the Kent project.Shit.For an interior designer that’s like imagining yourself walking down the aisle with him.

“Yeah, exactly,” I answer.

“Then have fun. You don’t know when or if Dubai will happen so have fun until then. Just don’t fall in love,” Georgia warns.

“I promise, I won’t. I might fall in love with his home though.”

“That might be worse.” My friend giggles.

“Thanks for talking me off the ledge.” I sigh.

“You’ve got this.”

“Love you. I better get back to the bed and breakfast. I kind of snuck out,” I tell her.

“Of course you did. And I love you, too. I’m always here if you need me. We need to catch up when you get back.”

“I should be back later this afternoon.”

Georgia bursts out laughing. “Woman, spend the weekend with that fine French man and we can catch up on Monday.”

“Fine,” I grumble as I hang up. There’s a smile on my face. Maybe we should spend the weekend together, wonder what it would be like if I let all my anxiety go over being with him and just enjoy it. I suck in a deep breath of country air and head back to the bed and breakfast with a bounce in my step.

“Where have you been?” Daniel asks, slight panic to his tone as I walk into the room.

“I went for a walk,” I say, stilling because he looks upset. Has something happened?

“I thought … I thought you had left because of last night,” he says, his words rushing as he runs his fingers through his dark locks.

Oh.

I run toward him and wrap my arms around him. He stills under me and then eventually wraps himself around me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I needed to clear my head, that’s all.”

He lifts my chin and makes me look up at him. “Do you regret last night?”

I shake my head. “Not one bit.” His eyes widen in surprise. Then I push up onto my toes and kiss him, and that is all he needs to sweep me properly into his arms as he kisses me.

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