Page 30 of My French Love Affair

Not only because this is the second time in two days that this man has appeared in my life uninvited, but because he has now ruined my outfit in the process.

The thought has me narrowing my eyes as I glare at him,hard.

"Are you following me?"

He blinks, genuinely looking confused.

"Pardon?"

"I mean, first the airport, now here?" I press on. "Let me guess - youjust so happenedto be at this bar,just so happenedto be standing right behind me, andjust so happenedto knock into me at theexactmoment I was holding my drink?"

He tilts his head, amusement dancing in his annoyingly bright eyes.

"You think I am… what? Astalker?"

I gesture dramatically at myself. "You tell me!"

His lips curve into a slow, lazy smirk, like this is all some great source of entertainment for him.

"If I was stalking you,mon ange," he says smoothly, "I would be much better at it."

I bristle.

The bartender leans over and hands me some napkins, and I just about manage a tight-lipped smile in thanks before I begin furiously dabbing at my ruined outfit.

"Do you know how expensive this bikini is?" I huff.

Honestly, I don’t even know what possesses me to say it. But I’m cold, wet, and thoroughly pissed off, and I need to make that very,veryclear.

He simply lifts a brow, his gaze flicking down to the damp mess of my once-perfect outfit.

"I would guess… not as expensive as you want me to think."

Oh, he didnotjust say that.

I exhale sharply, my tipsy brain scrambling for the correct level of fury.

"You are buying me another drink."

He shrugs. "Bien sûr."

He subtly nods in the direction of the bartender, who I assume is still staring at the absolute state of me, just like everyone else around us.

"And you are apologising properly."

The bastard smirks again, like he’s enjoying winding me up.

"Oh? The 'merde' was not enough for you?"

"Not even close."

He presses a hand to his chest, his expression mock-sincere, and his blue eyes glint with mischief.

"Well, then I amdeeplysorry for ruining your incredibly expensive bikini."

I glare.

"You're not taking this seriously."

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