Page 191 of My French Love Affair

I bite my lip to prevent my smile from spreading wide, my fingers tightening around my glass.

Ignoring him, huh?

Yeah - that lasted all of five minutes.

Still, what am I supposed to say to that?

Oh, you know, just sketching, ignoring gossip articles about us, pretending I don’t care that you’ve completely taken up residence in my mind rent-freeandacting as though I haven’t been desperately waiting to hear from you while relentlessly checking my phone.

Yeah.No.

I take a slow sip of my drink, debating my response when Emma suddenly gasps loud enough to turn heads.

“Oh my god.”

I jolt, my phone slipping slightly in my grip.

“What?”

She doesn’t answer.

Instead, she squeals and violently slaps Jas’ arm, pointing over toward a screen mounted above the bar.

There, in high definition -

Is FredericfuckingMoreau.

“You havegotto be kidding me,” I mutter.

Emma shushes me, leaning forward as if she’s about to uncover state secrets.

“Be quiet. I’m listening.”

Jas snorts. “You don’t speak French.”

“Oh, give over,” Emma waves her off. “You don’t have to understand what they’re saying when they look likethat.”

I roll my eyes as she tilts her head, blatantly admiring him.

It’s clearly a press interview - he’s dressed in his team gear, a microphone in front of him as he effortlessly answers the interviewer’s questions. His brows are slightly furrowed, lips slightly parted as he speaks, and even I - whoshouldbe immune to him by now - have to admit he looksobnoxiouslygood.

It’s not fair. It’s actuallyrude.

I force myself to look away, exhaling sharply as I pick up my phone and type out a response to his message.

Trying to escape you.

I snap a quick picture of the television screen and send it, smirking triumphantly to myself.

One thing’s for certain - he wouldn’t have been expectingthat.

Almost instantly, my phone vibrates, and I peer down at his response.

Not doing a very good job, are you?

I roll my eyes, shaking my head, but I don’t get a chance to reply, because another message appears.

Your legs look lovely, by the way.

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