Obsessed (BBW Billionaire Light Romance) by Juliet Michaels Page B
Authors: Juliet Michaels
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business men without their ties. Customers at the coffee shops and cafes sat outside, under parasols, and the whole city started to believe that the sunny days would last.
Emma found some old deck chairs in a shed in the tiny garden and dragged them out onto the grass. Leah brought a couple of pots back from the shop, crammed with red geraniums, and they added these to the small garden.
"I feel as if I'm in Italy," Emma said, as she sat with her study notes, lazing in the sun.
"Have your ever been there?" Leah queried.
It was Sunday morning and they were both relaxing.
"No," Emma admitted, "but I imagine it would be like this."
Emma's mobile rang and she answered it straight away, while Leah drifted, sunbathing. After a while, it appeared that Emma might be talking to Lucy. And a moment later, Emma asked Lucy to hold on and turned to Leah.
"Lucy and Sam want us to go round for a barbecue later,” she explained. “Sam's borrowed some stuff from his neighbour. Sounds good. What do you think?"
Leah hesitated. "Would it just be us?"
"I'll ask," Emma replied.
Emma eventually came off the phone.
"Yes, just the four of us,” she confirmed. “I know exactly what you're worried about, but apparently James and Elizabeth have got some sort of special weekend plans, so they definitely won't be there."
Leah was relieved. No James. She really didn't know how she’d cope with seeing him again. It would be good to see Lucy and maybe get to know Sam a little better. He was still something of an unknown. He had always seemed perfectly pleasant, but she still couldn't quite forget that he had called Lucy a spoilt bitch. It was a bit of a hard thing to say, especially when they'd only been married for a few weeks and seemed to be so much in love.
And on top of all that, Leah couldn't help herself from wondering just what James and Elizabeth were doing for their ‘special weekend’ ...
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"It's funny how men can always barbecue, even when they normally don't go near the kitchen," Leah observed that evening, knowing that Sam would hear.
Sure enough, he turned and glanced at her.
"I have to cook these burgers,” he said. “Lucy would ruin them! She can't even work the microwave." But his tone was light and joking; there was no real criticism in his voice.
Leah and Emma had brought wine, French bread and salad. Lucy was putting out plates for the hot dogs and burgers – it was looking like a very simple, tasty meal and Sam's food had certainly turned out well; he seemed to know what he was doing.
Sipping her wine, unobserved, Leah carefully watched Sam. She could see why Lucy had fallen for him so quickly. He was dark, lithe, his black hair a little long for a junior doctor and his designer stubble only adding to his looks. He was dressed in black jeans and an ancient, threadbare black t-shirt. He had bare feet, too, and had obviously made no attempt to change for the afternoon. He was confident in himself and his looks.
Lucy, by contrast, had taken great care and was stunning as usual. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a plait, and she wore a short, white sundress and sparkly sandals. Her arms and legs were a delicate shade of gold, and her perfect nails a deep pink. She could have stepped off the cover of an upmarket fashion magazine, instead of handing round hotdogs in the tiny garden at the flat.
They were all relaxed now. The sun, the wine and the simple food were just right.
"This reminds me of cooking over a fire with Robbie," Sam said, sitting down close to Lucy, and he put his arm round her bare shoulder and stroked her as he was talking. His hand looked dark and strong against Lucy's delicate golden skin.
"Was this when you were at boarding school?" Leah asked, wanting to know more.
"No," Sam replied, "at Thorley Manor, the Willoughby place in Norfolk."
"It sounds a bit grand," Emma stated.
"Oh it is! A huge, old manor house standing in hundreds of acres. We liked to camp out in the
Emma found some old deck chairs in a shed in the tiny garden and dragged them out onto the grass. Leah brought a couple of pots back from the shop, crammed with red geraniums, and they added these to the small garden.
"I feel as if I'm in Italy," Emma said, as she sat with her study notes, lazing in the sun.
"Have your ever been there?" Leah queried.
It was Sunday morning and they were both relaxing.
"No," Emma admitted, "but I imagine it would be like this."
Emma's mobile rang and she answered it straight away, while Leah drifted, sunbathing. After a while, it appeared that Emma might be talking to Lucy. And a moment later, Emma asked Lucy to hold on and turned to Leah.
"Lucy and Sam want us to go round for a barbecue later,” she explained. “Sam's borrowed some stuff from his neighbour. Sounds good. What do you think?"
Leah hesitated. "Would it just be us?"
"I'll ask," Emma replied.
Emma eventually came off the phone.
"Yes, just the four of us,” she confirmed. “I know exactly what you're worried about, but apparently James and Elizabeth have got some sort of special weekend plans, so they definitely won't be there."
Leah was relieved. No James. She really didn't know how she’d cope with seeing him again. It would be good to see Lucy and maybe get to know Sam a little better. He was still something of an unknown. He had always seemed perfectly pleasant, but she still couldn't quite forget that he had called Lucy a spoilt bitch. It was a bit of a hard thing to say, especially when they'd only been married for a few weeks and seemed to be so much in love.
And on top of all that, Leah couldn't help herself from wondering just what James and Elizabeth were doing for their ‘special weekend’ ...
§
"It's funny how men can always barbecue, even when they normally don't go near the kitchen," Leah observed that evening, knowing that Sam would hear.
Sure enough, he turned and glanced at her.
"I have to cook these burgers,” he said. “Lucy would ruin them! She can't even work the microwave." But his tone was light and joking; there was no real criticism in his voice.
Leah and Emma had brought wine, French bread and salad. Lucy was putting out plates for the hot dogs and burgers – it was looking like a very simple, tasty meal and Sam's food had certainly turned out well; he seemed to know what he was doing.
Sipping her wine, unobserved, Leah carefully watched Sam. She could see why Lucy had fallen for him so quickly. He was dark, lithe, his black hair a little long for a junior doctor and his designer stubble only adding to his looks. He was dressed in black jeans and an ancient, threadbare black t-shirt. He had bare feet, too, and had obviously made no attempt to change for the afternoon. He was confident in himself and his looks.
Lucy, by contrast, had taken great care and was stunning as usual. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a plait, and she wore a short, white sundress and sparkly sandals. Her arms and legs were a delicate shade of gold, and her perfect nails a deep pink. She could have stepped off the cover of an upmarket fashion magazine, instead of handing round hotdogs in the tiny garden at the flat.
They were all relaxed now. The sun, the wine and the simple food were just right.
"This reminds me of cooking over a fire with Robbie," Sam said, sitting down close to Lucy, and he put his arm round her bare shoulder and stroked her as he was talking. His hand looked dark and strong against Lucy's delicate golden skin.
"Was this when you were at boarding school?" Leah asked, wanting to know more.
"No," Sam replied, "at Thorley Manor, the Willoughby place in Norfolk."
"It sounds a bit grand," Emma stated.
"Oh it is! A huge, old manor house standing in hundreds of acres. We liked to camp out in the
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