at made his
striking green eyes look serious and deep and oh…so…promising。
？What？s this； then？？ he asked； furrowing his golden…brown eyebrows。 ？Remember I said I had a
surprise？？
？I？ve got a surprise for you too；？ Blair cooed sexily。 ？e look under the sheets。？
？Right；？ he continued a little impatiently。 ？Well； put on your clothes； love。？
？I don？t want to；？ Blair plained； pouting。
He hurried across the room and kissed her quickly on the nose。 ？Later；？ he promised。 ？Now
throw on some clothes and meet me downstairs in the lobby。？ Then he turned and left the room；
leaving her perfumed； well…moisturized； and depilated body naked and alone。
This better be a good surprise。
Blair emerged from the wood…paneled elevator in a hastily chosen ensemble： a chocolate brown
Tory Burch tunic （thank you； Harrods）； a favorite pair of old True Religion jeans； and clunky gold
Marc by Marc Jacobs clogs。 She looked like a jet…setter on holiday。 Just right for a weekend jaunt
to Tunis in Lord Marcus？s private jet。 Couldthat be the surprise？
The grand； chandelierlit marble hotel lobby was abuzz with activity； but Blair noticed a hush fall
over the crowd as she crossed the tiled floor； her clogs clopping noisily； to the overstuffed black
velvet chaise where Marcus sat waiting for her。 He was so goddamn handsome Blair couldn？t help
admiring him； like he was a painting or some rare piece of sculpture； and it was hard to resist
plunging her fingers into the thick waves of his golden…brown hair。 She was so busy mentally
rhapsodizing over her gorgeous English lover that she barely noticed he was holding hands with
someone who wasdefinitely not her。
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