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He lost the wounded eyes and gave me a wolfish grin instead, which made him look a lot more like a sexy bear rather than a friendly one. Yeah, I’m sure this guy got his fair share of action. But he wasn’t getting any from me.
“Shame,” he said through his smile. “I like a woman who’s not afraid to have her giblets tickled.”
I rolled my eyes as we prepared for landing. “Hey, thanks for being so nice.”
He winced. “Nice! And she wounds me again.”
“I mean it, you big idiot,” I scolded him. “I’ve had a fairly crappy morning and you’ve cheered me up.”
“Glad to be of service, my name’s Rupert by the way.”
“No it isn’t.”
“Iorek?”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Paddington?”
“Weak.”
“Okay, Ben.”
“I’m not an idiot.”
He grinned again. “Look, take my number. You never know when you might find yourself coming over all David Attenborough and wanting to take a walk on the wild side.”
I let out a huff but I was still smiling. “Go on then, Gentle Ben.”
Chapter 4
Not my problem
Jack
“There you are, you bloody weirdo,” I said as I saw Ben coming towards us. “Have fun in the cheap seats?”
He grinned. “I did actually. Best flight I’ve been on in a while.”
I rolled my eyes. “Mate, you’re six foot four. I’d have thought you’d want to pay first class for the legroom alone. Christ knows you can afford it.”
He shrugged. “Waste of money. Just because I’ve got it doesn’t mean I have to spend it.”
“Well at least tell me you’re not boycotting the limos.”
“Of course not,” he said. “You’repaying for those. I never say no to a free ride. Come on then,” he hoisted his bag up onto his massive shoulder, “take me to your little boat, Sailor Boy.”
Ben and I had been friends since school. This was the first time I’d managed to convince him to come out to Saint-Tropez. He only really agreed because his company needed a new ad campaign and he wanted to check out all his options. You’d have thought the bastard would automatically go with his longtime friend’s company but nooo. Apparently he wanted to shop around, and this week was the perfect way to do it. It was also the perfect way to wind me up which I suspected was his real aim, the sick bastard. Ben grinned at somebody over my shoulder and I turned to check who he was so pleased to see. To my shock it was Urvi grinning back at him. I frowned at her until her smile dropped and then I turned back to Ben.
“How do you know Urvi?” I said through gritted teeth.
“Urvi is it?” he smiled. “Ah, suits her. That little beauty was my in-flight entertainment, Jacky boy.”
I blinked as a wave of rage swept through me before I tamped it down.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“We sat next to each other and you know what I’m like – never one to pass up an opportunity.”
