my smooth skin and ample bosom. Apparently Alain knew my body better than I did, as I would never have been confident enough to choose such a revealing and sexy dress. I smiled back at my reflection, pleased with the overall ethereal picture.
My hair was tied back into a semi up-do with a few wispy tendrils falling softly around my face. The dress was so long that even in the silver Jimmy Choo jewel-encrusted shoes, it still pooled around my feet. I was worried about tripping over, but then as I took a few steps, the skirt naturally parted and exposed my legs. Sensual yet romantic, even more special, because the dress had been chosen specially for me.
I chuckled to myself, my spirits high.
So this is what it feels like to be a movie star.
Alain was already waiting for me and I didn’t want to make him late. I glided into the lounge where he was pouring himself a drink at the bar. He looked up as I entered the room, and my heart skipped a beat. Looking impossibly handsome in a formal black dinner suit with a crisp white shirt against his olive skin—his hair slicked back and under control—my breath hitched as he smiled at me. The top button of his shirt was undone and the black silk bow tie was hanging loose around his neck.
He let out a low whistle as he came toward me, his hand held out. His eyes were gleaming, a sexy smile curving his sensuous lips. I placed my hand in his and he brushed my fingertips with his lips the old-fashioned way, and then twirled me around on his finger to admire a full three-hundred-sixty-degree view of me in the dress .
“Even more beautiful than I imagined. Stunning.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. A man in formal dress always turned me on. “You don’t scrub up too badly yourself.”
Fixing his top button as well as his bow tie, I took a step back to admire the complete picture that was my debonair French man.
“ Tu es elegant—You are handsome.” My French was rusty, and I hoped I wasn’t making an ass of myself. He smiled, really pleased at my attempt to speak his mother tongue.
“I have something more for you,” he said, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box. He opened the lid and I gasped as I saw the beautiful pear-shaped emerald earrings.
“It’s from Chopard, an official sponsor of the Festival de Cannes,” he said, “to complement your gorgeous green eyes.”
I was stunned. Speechless. How did I get so lucky? The dress already was enough.
I couldn’t refuse such an exquisite gift without hurting his feelings. And what woman wouldn’t love such a beautiful gift, chosen especially to match her eyes? My heart melted even more.
“Allow me,” he said, as he hung them carefully on each earlobe. His fingertips caressed my neck and I leaned into him.
“Thank you, Alain. You really spoil me,” I whispered, barely able to breathe.
“It’s going to be hard to keep my hands off you tonight,” he said, swallowing hard. “You can thank me properly when we get back,” he added with a wicked grin. “I don’t want to mess up this perfect look now.”
I smiled; delighted by the fire I was able to light in this beautiful man. And yes, I would definitely be thanking him properly when we returned to the villa.
Chapter 27
The valet drove the Porsche away as we walked the red carpet. Alain grinned as he proudly displayed me on his arm. Butterflies on speed fluttered in my stomach. I gaped at all the beautiful people surrounding us. There was an electric vibe in the air.
Alain pulled me toward him, his arm around my waist possessively. He planted a kiss in my hair as photographers snapped away. I beamed from ear to ear, thrilled to be a part of this moment at the side of the most handsome man in France.
Beautiful women, preened in expensive designer gowns, were strutting their poses as flashlights lit up the night. My mouth dropped open as Eva Longoria floated by, breathtakingly beautiful as she flashed a dazzling smile. How
My hair was tied back into a semi up-do with a few wispy tendrils falling softly around my face. The dress was so long that even in the silver Jimmy Choo jewel-encrusted shoes, it still pooled around my feet. I was worried about tripping over, but then as I took a few steps, the skirt naturally parted and exposed my legs. Sensual yet romantic, even more special, because the dress had been chosen specially for me.
I chuckled to myself, my spirits high.
So this is what it feels like to be a movie star.
Alain was already waiting for me and I didn’t want to make him late. I glided into the lounge where he was pouring himself a drink at the bar. He looked up as I entered the room, and my heart skipped a beat. Looking impossibly handsome in a formal black dinner suit with a crisp white shirt against his olive skin—his hair slicked back and under control—my breath hitched as he smiled at me. The top button of his shirt was undone and the black silk bow tie was hanging loose around his neck.
He let out a low whistle as he came toward me, his hand held out. His eyes were gleaming, a sexy smile curving his sensuous lips. I placed my hand in his and he brushed my fingertips with his lips the old-fashioned way, and then twirled me around on his finger to admire a full three-hundred-sixty-degree view of me in the dress .
“Even more beautiful than I imagined. Stunning.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. A man in formal dress always turned me on. “You don’t scrub up too badly yourself.”
Fixing his top button as well as his bow tie, I took a step back to admire the complete picture that was my debonair French man.
“ Tu es elegant—You are handsome.” My French was rusty, and I hoped I wasn’t making an ass of myself. He smiled, really pleased at my attempt to speak his mother tongue.
“I have something more for you,” he said, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box. He opened the lid and I gasped as I saw the beautiful pear-shaped emerald earrings.
“It’s from Chopard, an official sponsor of the Festival de Cannes,” he said, “to complement your gorgeous green eyes.”
I was stunned. Speechless. How did I get so lucky? The dress already was enough.
I couldn’t refuse such an exquisite gift without hurting his feelings. And what woman wouldn’t love such a beautiful gift, chosen especially to match her eyes? My heart melted even more.
“Allow me,” he said, as he hung them carefully on each earlobe. His fingertips caressed my neck and I leaned into him.
“Thank you, Alain. You really spoil me,” I whispered, barely able to breathe.
“It’s going to be hard to keep my hands off you tonight,” he said, swallowing hard. “You can thank me properly when we get back,” he added with a wicked grin. “I don’t want to mess up this perfect look now.”
I smiled; delighted by the fire I was able to light in this beautiful man. And yes, I would definitely be thanking him properly when we returned to the villa.
Chapter 27
The valet drove the Porsche away as we walked the red carpet. Alain grinned as he proudly displayed me on his arm. Butterflies on speed fluttered in my stomach. I gaped at all the beautiful people surrounding us. There was an electric vibe in the air.
Alain pulled me toward him, his arm around my waist possessively. He planted a kiss in my hair as photographers snapped away. I beamed from ear to ear, thrilled to be a part of this moment at the side of the most handsome man in France.
Beautiful women, preened in expensive designer gowns, were strutting their poses as flashlights lit up the night. My mouth dropped open as Eva Longoria floated by, breathtakingly beautiful as she flashed a dazzling smile. How
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