Page 74 of All the Gossip from Paris
Liam cleared his throat. “Don’t judge me. But which blouse and which blazer are we talking about? There are four shirts which I would call white. And I can see three jackets from here. I think we might have already moved all of them a few times.”
Sophie nodded. Liam was right. She had moved that particular blouse more than once. It just didn’t seem to fit anywhere at the moment.
He was getting the hang of the fashion collection, but she couldn’t expect miracles. The garments were her responsibility. Liam was making sure the images he produced for the lookbook reflected her father’s designs. His photos would serve to showcase the incredible details in each one of the items of clothing.
Laying back against the chair, she closed her eyes, and tuned into the music. With every runway show there came a time where all the clothes seemed to blend into one another.
I think I might have just reached that point.
“Let’s call it a night, Liam. Anything I do now I’ll probably change back sometime tomorrow.”
Liam shifted in his chair. The next thing Sophie knew, a warm, soft kiss had settled on her forehead.
Opening her eyes, Sophie took in the smiling face of the man she was certain she was head over heels in love with, and grinned back at him.
I love him, but he’s leaving.
The last thing she’d ever do would be to stand in his way. To make demands that were not hers to claim. Liam was focused on his career. Being with someone like her might never become part of his life’s plans.
“You are beat. But you’re also over tired,” he said.
“You know me all too well Mister Collins.”
“Yeah.”
The warm gruffness of his voice went straight to her sex.
Liam took a step back and held out his hand. “Come on. I think I know just how to get you nice and ready for sleep.”
I like the sound of that.
His idea of helping her relax wasn’t the first one which had come to Sophie’s mind, but she wasn’t complaining. Liam led Sophie up to her bedroom and gently sat her on the bed. Placing his laptop between them, he opened the lid and pressed play. It took a moment for her to realize what he was doing.
“We are going to watch a movie?”
“Yep. Nothing better to get your brain to slow down than to sit and just watch.”
The opening strains of ‘She’ by Charles Aznavour filled the room. Sophie burst out laughing. “Notting Hill. Really? You do know that this song is my mother’s phone ringtone, don’t you?”
“That is a weird and rather disconcerting thought. Here I was thinking a 90’s movie would be the perfect thing for getting you all nicely relaxed before I made a move. But then you went and tossed your mom into the mix. Now I’m not sure what to do,” replied Liam.
Sophie reached for the computer, and lowered the lid. “How about you make the move now, then we can watch Notting Hill. I promise I’ll make you forget about everyone else but me.”
Liam climbed off the bed and scooped up the laptop. When he returned, he prowled across the mattress and bent to place a kiss on her lips. She met his languid kiss with eager hunger.
I need this, need him.
“Let’s play a game,” she purred.
“What sort of game?”
She had the perfect one in mind. “For every piece of clothing one of us takes off, the other has to give them a kiss.”
The grin on his face was purely feral. “Oh, I like the sound of that.”
He stripped off his sweater, and tossed it over his shoulder. “Now kiss me.”
Their mouths met in a long tender embrace. Some guys just had an innate ability to be able to kiss a woman properly. To make her toes curl. Liam had that skill. When he finally released her from the kiss, Sophie let out a mewl of disappointment.
