‘Easy tigers!’ said the familiar voice, sexy, deep and South African, which sent a shiver down Emme’s spine. She turned around.
He’s here.
The boys giggled and ran around Tristan, off to the games room on another floor. Emme steadied her tray on Viktor’s desk and froze, as she looked up at him standing tall, and if she wasn’t mistaken, slightly sheepish, in the doorway.
‘Tristan …’
He walked in, gently, champagne glass in hand, a raspberry fizzing at the bottom of it.
‘Hey you – I, er …’
For a supposed charmer he didn’t have many words. He looked apologetic, which only made Emme want to get in there first.
‘Hey, don’t worry about it.’
Tristan looked confused.
‘Look, I’ve been away, in Geneva, then I went to London…’
Talk of London suddenly made her homesick. Shewanted to be in London right now, and not here at a party with Tristan Du Kok looking sharp and beautiful in a suit– trying to make excuses for fucking her and running, even though she had done it too.
‘Please, it’s fine, I know how it is,’ she looked over his shoulder, to indicate that she was cool about Vivian. She didn’t want his pity and she would never say a word.
Tristan shook his head.
‘Know how what is?’
‘You and your girlfriend. Honestly, I won’t mess anything up for you.’
Tristan got nearer, shaking his head gently.
‘Mess anything up?’
‘Yeah. I knew what I was getting into. You’re a fuckboy!’ She tried to give a laugh, but it came out slightly shaky. She hoped he didn’t notice.
Emme remembered her vow to herself. Tristan was beautiful to look at. He might even help her get over Tom. The sex in the gondola was blissful. But she wouldn’t do it again. She’d felt too guilty seeing Vivian on her doorstep.
‘I’m single. It’s over.’
Emme took a step back.
‘Since when?’
‘Since before we…’ he looked at her blisteringly.
‘What?’
For two weeks Emme had felt sensational yet treacherous, and yet there was no need. Still, she knew what Tristan was capable of. She’d seen it with her own eyes.
‘I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,’ he confessed.
Emme looked at Tristan’s lips and wanted them so badlyagain on her skin. What the hell was going on? Whywasn’the with Vivian Steinherr? Why was he interested in her?
Tristan drained his drink and took the raspberry from the base of the glass, licking the droplets off it and putting it to Emme’s mouth. She parted her lips and let the sensation of champagne and the taste of the berry linger on her tongue. She took his thumb in her mouth and suddenly they were back in the gondola, his huge cock penetrating her from behind. She moaned softly as she sucked him, their gazes not shifting, their bodies drawing closer together like metal shavings to a magnet. They could do it again. She looked at his suit trousers, their bodies drawing together as he gently withdrew his thumb but pressed his hard cock into her little black dress.
‘So why didn’t you–’
‘Oh Emme!’ said a shrill voice from the doorway. ‘It’syouin here!’
