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“Don’t you have a t-shirt you can wear?”
“Sure, but I thought that…” Turning to her, I asked, “What are you wearing?”
Fleur stood with her back to me, leaning over her backpack wearing only knickers and the red camisole she had slept in.
My breath hitched, as my eyes greedily made love to her smooth bare legs, but luckily, she didn’t notice and fished out some clothes to show me. It was a long-sleeved black shirt with red roses on it and a pair of black jeans. “There’s no need for you to dress up for this reception. My father doesn’t own a shirt and I guarantee most of the people there will be casually dressed.”
“Well, in that case, I’ll go with a t-shirt too.”
“Great, but bring a sweater because it can get cold at night here. Summer is over.”
“When is the official summer here?”
“October to February,” Fleur said and brought her clothes to the bathroom.
When she returned, she’d applied a bit of make-up and styled the curls in her shoulder-length hair. The jeans were glued to her curves and the shirt emphasized her hourglass figure. Fleur wasn’t showing off her cleavage or revealing much skin, but she looked incredibly sexy in that outfit.
“You look stunning,” I said and meant every word.
“Thank you. Remember what we talked about. If Pierre shows up, you’ll pretend to be my boyfriend.”
“Why not fiancé?”
“Fiancé then, I don’t care.”
“What about your parents?”
She frowned. “When we see them at the bar, I’ll ask them if they have had a cancellation from Pierre. If we’re lucky he’s gone on some assignment and won’t show. In that case we have nothing to worry about and I’ll just introduce you as a friend. But if he’s still expected to show up at the reception, you’d better play your part as we agreed upon.”
“No problem, but Fleur…”
“Yes?”
“Don’t you feel bad about lying to your parents?”
Her brow creased. “Of course, but they’ll be thrilled to think that I’ve found love again. I’ll tell them in a few months that it didn’t work out. As long as I’m not heartbroken they’ll be fine.”
“All right. But how convincing do you want me to be? I mean can I kiss you in front of others?”
“I’m a kinesthetic person so Pierre would know something was off if I didn’t touch you, but other than that a small kiss here and there should do it.”
The moment she mentioned us kissing, I couldn’t hide my smile. Moving closer to her, I twirled a lock of her hair. “Do you mind if I practice kissing you here? I don’t want to mess it up in public.”
Fleur chuckled. “Nice try, but I’m sure you’ve practiced on other women plenty.”
“Please.”
Rising up on her flat ballerinas, Fleur planted a kiss on my lips. “There. Happy?”
“That was a peck, not a kiss.”
Fleur just laughed and picked up her purse before heading to the door. “Let’s go. I’m excited to show you some of Cape Town.”
