“You’re radiant, my darling,” Giselle says, descending on Mia and pressing a kiss to both her cheeks. “Positively radiant.”
“Thank you so much.” Mia smiles up at me. “I hope Giselle has been keeping you company while I’ve been busy.”
“We know each other,” Giselle interjects. “From, oh, long ago. We worked on a campaign together.” She gives me a coy grin. “He wasthefootballer back then, so handsome, all the women loved him.”
“I think he’s still pretty handsome.” Mia gives me a wicked smile, and heat shoots into my face.
Giselle regards me critically and gives a sharp nod. “Yes, he has held on to his looks luckily. And some women, they like this, what do you call it? The silver fox?”
Mia giggles into her champagne. “Yes, the silver fox. Very attractive. You might want to watch yourself, Giselle. Dominic might be on the lookout for his next wife.”
Fucking cheeky thing. I shake my head, unable to suppress a smile. Giselle waves the joke away with her elegant hand, kisses Mia again and excuses herself.
“We will do lunch next time you are here,” she says to Mia, before disappearing amongst the other attendees.
The wicked smile is back, and I have to remind myself we’re very much in public and I cannot touch her now.
“Having fun?” She asks, raising her glass to her lips.
“I am, rather. And you?”
“Yes, I am.” She looks around the room with a sigh. “Feels so weird, still. To have all these people here for me.”
“I’m so proud of you.”
Her eyes flash back to mine, a hesitant smile ghosting over her lips. “For what? Launching a perfume?”
“Don’t do that.” I reach out and run the back of my finger along her forearm, the only touch I’ll allow myself and hopefully benign enough not to arouse any gossip. “You’re allowed to be proud of yourself. You don’t need to be modest or downplay your achievements. You’re a businesswoman and you’re clearly great at doing business.”
“I suppose.” Her eyes drop from mine, and she shrugs. “Never really had anyone say they were proud of me.”
“Well, I am.”
Mia keeps her head ducked, and I panic for a moment that I’ve made her cry, that I’ve ruined her evening by being too over-emotional and bringing up things that are painful for her.
But when she looks back up at me, she’s smiling, her face glowing again.
“Thank you.” She leans up and plants a quick peck on my cheek. “Thank you for being here.”
The rest of the evening passes pleasantly, and by the time midnight rolls around and it’s time to leave, Mia has people begging her to come clubbing with them. She kindly refuses, explaining that we have to travel back the next day. She’s showered with kisses and hugs and promises of catching up next time she’s in Paris, and we leave with our arms full of flowers and gift bags. She scoops up a bottle of champagne before we go, and gives me another one of her sweet, wicked grins.
“I have plans,” she murmurs.
In the car, she spritzes herself with her perfume, and it’s intoxicating. It smells exactly like she does, jasmine and orange blossom, warm and summery. I want to bury my face against her skin and breathe it all in, but I have to restrain myself all the way to the hotel and into her suite.
Once the door closes and we’re alone, Mia grips the bottle of champagne and gestures to the chaise.
“Make yourself comfortable, Mr Graves. Without clothes, please.”
She watches me hungrily as I strip off my shoes, suit and shirt, then stretch out on the chaise.
“Your turn now?”
“Mmmm, maybe.” She places the champagne bottle on the table and unzips her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stands before me in nothing but black, lacy panties, and I doubt I can just lie here while she’s looking like that.
My dick hardens instantly, and Mia licks her lips at the sight.
“Now, I’d heard something once,” she says, picking up the champagne bottle. “About cock tasting especially good when dipped in champagne.” She goes over to the bar, and picks up a champagne glass. She looks at it, then back at me.
