Page 255 of My French Love Affair

Because I know what they see.

The Monaco Grand Prix winner, the man of the hour, withheron his arm.

Mine.

I tighten my grip on her waist, pulling her in slightly as I lean down, brushing my lips against her ear.

"You do realise we’re probably making headlines right now."

"Probably?” she laughs. “More likedefinitely."

"Does it bother you?"

There’s the tiniest flicker of hesitation - so small, so quick, most wouldn’t even catch it.

But I do.

"It should," she muses, lips curling. "But it doesn’t."

Fuck.

I knew I liked this girl.

"You’re getting cocky,mon ange," I murmur, my fingersgrazing along the inside of her wrist, feeling the way her pulse jumps beneath my touch.

She smirks, not missing a beat. "I wonder where I learned that from."

I chuckle, tilting her chin up with my knuckle.

She’s playing my game - and she’swinningit.

"You know," she says, swirling the champagne in her glass, "Ididbet on you. Which means technically, this ismyvictory too."

I arch a brow. "Oh?"

She nods, her smirk widening.

"So, shouldn’t I get something out of it?"

"Greedy little thing, aren’t you?" I laugh.

"Only when it comes to you."

Fuck.

This woman is going to be the fucking death of me.

I grip her waist tighter, lowering my voice so only she can hear.

"I think you’ve already beenwellcompensated,chérie."

Her cheeks flush, and Iknowshe’s thinking about yesterday. About the way I had her moaning my name, the way she gave herself to me so completely, the way she let meownher.

Good. I want it in her head, just like it’s in mine.

"Still," she hums, pretending to consider. "I feel like I should get something extra. Maybe a trophy of my own."

I smirk, bringing my lips to her ear. "Oh, you’ll be getting your reward, Poppy," I murmur, my fingers pressing into her waist meaningfully. "But I don’t think it’ll be the kind you canshow off to your friends."