Millionaire's Society Mistress by Marie Kelly Page A

was not with Scott and his family, before she had felt Craig’s hand on the small of her back, the rush of heat once more filling her at his touch.
    “I thought that we could settle in and then go out for dinner before the show”
    Nodding softly she had felt hungry, realising that they had not eaten anything since that morning at breakfast, she too nervous to really eat much.
    Moving up the lift she had turned to him.
    “So where are we eating”
    He chuckling softly as the lift had opened.
    “I am friends with the owner of the ‘Parisier’ who has insisted that we have the best table in the house”
    Fiona had gasped, turning to face him
    “Craig! That is the most exclusive restaurant in the whole of Paris…I…I don’t have the right clothes for there…I only brought jeans” she had moaned softly her eyes beseeching. With a large grin he had swiped the key opening the door to their suite.
    “I am aware of that Miss Campbell…and of course we cannot have that …so everything is arranged”
    About to argue, she had moved into the room, the realisation hitting her that they were in one of the penthouse suites, the whole of Paris laid out in the darkness from the large picture window. Gasping loudly she had moved further inside, her eyes wide with wonder
    “I…it is beautiful” she had managed, slowly moving around the suite, the hallway leading to a large living room in which a Christmas tree shimmered with coordinated fairy lights and baubles.
    “I had them put the tree in…I got the impression you liked them”
    Gulping at the knowledge that he had done such a thing for her she had turned holding back the small tear which had risen to her eyes.
    “I…I don’t know what to say” her voice cracking slightly “Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before” her hand coming to push away the small tear which had wound down her cheek.
    Moving forward he had pulled her around, surprised to see the way she was genuinely touched by what he had done, her large eyes glistening, magnified by the tears within them. Giving a soft smile he had brought her in for an embrace, feeling warmth at the way she was reacting.
    Craig Thompson had dated many of the most beautiful women in the world. These women expecting nothing but the best, none of them ever making any comment other than negative ones if they were displeased in any way. Fiona’s reaction had made him feel so strange, suddenly needing to gain more control of the situation.
    “I do this every year. You asked yesterday what I did for Christmas. Well this is it. I spend it with my latest special lady” running his hands down her back “Can’t think of a better way of celebrating the holidays than in bed with a sexy woman”, Craig not sure why he had felt the need to tell the lie, normally spending the day working or at some business meeting. Feeling how Fiona had frozen in his hold, he had instantly regretted the lie as she had pulled herself from him, a more forced smile on her lips.
    “I see…I should have known” a small note of sarcasm on her voice as she had moved to the French doors, not sure why the fact that she was just the latest in a long line of Christmas booty calls had bothered her so much. Pushing them open she had stepped out onto the terrace, moving to look over the ornate wall, her hands clasped to her chest with the wonder of the scene below her. Joining her Craig had leant on the wall drinking in the scenery and smiling as she had grown excited once more as she had pointed out different landmarks, the wonder coming back into her lovely eyes.
    “It is truly beautiful” he nodding in agreement as he had turned to look at her
    “Yes …very” Fiona feeling the warmth at his words, before remembering dinner.
    “Maybe we should just order room service…I know I didn’t pack anything suitable” Craig standing upright again, as with a smile he had taken her hand leading her to the bedroom. Opening the wardrobe, she had