Page 90 of Playing A Risk
A seriousness washes over him. “I love you so much.”
My heart swells. I allow myself to feel it fully, without guilt or regret. “I love you too. I really do.”
We find his handkerchief and I carefully slide off him so I don’t drip all over his pants. Once we successfully do that, we get dressed and I go clean up. He’s waiting for me outside of the restroom when I come out.
As I walk up to him, his head bends to the side and a slow smile finds its way to his eyes. His Adam’s apple rolls as he swallows.
“What’s that look for, Mr. Efron?”
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone. It’s surreal that you’re here with me by choice. There wasn’t any coercion or manipulation to get you here and my love for you feels ten thousand times more real.”
He shakes his head. “I can’t believe this is what I’ve been holding myself back from all this time.”
“It is pretty amazing, isn’t it?” I slide my arms around his waist and peer into his eyes.
“I’m not sure there’s a word to describe what I’m feeling.”
“I know what you mean. This was the first time we’ve done that where I undoubtedly felt how connected we are.”
“That’s good to hear. Now, let’s go find Jonah and Melanie. They’re going to have enough questions about our disappearance. We don’t need to give them more ammunition.” He takes my hand and leads me to the ballroom.
I glance over my shoulder toward the two undercover security guards following us. They blend in with the other partygoers, but I recognize them from our hotel.
When Hunter told me he was going to have them watch out for us while we were in the booth, I realized they’ve probably been around us this entire trip.
“Hunter?”
“Yes, beauty?”
“Why do we have security following us? I knew they wereat your apartment, but Jamison won’t come to Paris, so why have them here with us?”
Hunter’s jaw ticks as his brow furrows. He gazes down at me and squeezes my hand. “Them working for me has nothing to do with Jamison.”
“Then why?”
“I promise to talk to you about it later—when we discuss why, after all this time, you decided it’s fine that we don’t use condoms anymore. Not that I’m complaining.”
I nod and don’t say anything. Not using a condom probably wasn’t the best decision I’ve made, but I’m safer from pregnancy now more than I ever have been. He’ll understand that soon enough.
We spend the rest of the night holding hands and kissing like an actual couple with no worries about who witnesses us. The only people here who would recognize us as CEO and employees of Efron Worldwide are Helena and Gerald.
We have their blessing, so it’s been an experience like no other. Hunter set it up this way.
When he talked to Gerald about wanting to show me that Jack has no bearing on our relationship, Gerald suggested we come to Paris for this party.
He sits on the committee and knew no one would be here as it’s a true French party. Meaning no one speaks much English, as it’s only for people who reside in France.
Melanie turns to me as Hunter and Jonah converse with two men in fluent French. “Don’t you think it’s hot they’re speaking French?”
“I’m impressed and turned on.” I scan over Hunter’s tight and toned ass.
“I can’t wait to ask Jonah to speak to me in French tonight when we get back to the hotel.”
Jonah joins us. “What’s this about going back to the hotel?”
“I’ll tell you later.” She steps to him and kisses him.
Hunter slides up to my side. “The clock is about to strike midnight.”
