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“Hello,garçon.” Annette smiles once they approach us. “This is Christophe. Christophe, this is Caleb.”
“Enchanté …garçon,” he says with a smirk, eyeing me from head to toe and offering his hand. Annette chuckles under her breath. I shake my head, unable to withhold a smile, and grab his hand to greet him back.
“Christophe is here to do Miss Murphy’s hair and makeup.”
“Sounds good. I’ll just need to check your suitcase,” I inform Christophe.
“The guys just checked him downstairs,” Annette says, knocking on Red’s door.
“I would still like to take a quick look at it myself.”
“Of course.” Christophe slides the suitcase over to me. “Whatever you need.”
Red opens the door.
“Hey, what’s up?” She seems confused as she glances between the three of us. Her hair is damp, like she’s just stepped out of the shower, and she’s wearing leggings with an oversized hoodie. She looks so cute and cozy that it makes me want to cuddle and watch movies with her for the rest of the day.
In your fucking dreams.
“Bonjour, Miss Murphy,” Annette chirps. “This is Christophe, and he’s here to help you get ready for the event.”
“Eh—nice to meet you, Christophe.” Red widens her eyes and looks like she could panic.
“Enchanté, Miss Murphy.” Christophe smiles and shakes her hand.
“I um—I can get ready myself, Annette.” Red’s cheeks blush from the evident embarrassment. “I’m so sorry I made you come here.”
“Are you sure?” Annette asks. “Maybe he can help you with your hair? Get it blow-dried? Something simple. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Oh. I guess that could work. Um … yeah, okay. Please come in.”
I check Christophe’s suitcase, and it’s filled with hair and makeup stuff, so I let him through. Annette joins them.
Scott arrives twenty minutes later and relieves me, so I go downstairs to look for something to eat.
On my return, I bump into Christophe and Annette as the elevator doors slide soundlessly open on my floor.
“All done?” I ask just to make some quick conversation.
“All done,” Annette echoes. “I’ll come and grab Miss Murphy in about thirty minutes. The Ambassador is already at the venue, so he asked me to escort her to the event.”
“Sounds good. Nice to meet you, Christophe.” I nod as they step into the elevator.
“Likewise.”
The guy winks at me a second before the elevator doors shut before me, and I can’t help but snort as I walk back to my post where Scott’s standing beside Red’s door, looking like a statue. I make a quick stop to brush my teeth and step back out to chat with him while we wait for Red to be ready.
Thirty minutes later, Annette shows up to escort Red to the event, which is being held at theCentre International de Deauvilleright across the street, so we’re all just going to walk there.
“You look great, Miss LeRoux,” Scott says to Annette, allowing himself to loosen up on his usual serious composure.
“Merci,” Annette replies, looking over her shoulder at him with a mischievous smile. Her gaze then flicks toward me as if wondering if I’ve got anything to say. But we’re friends, and she knows what I think about her. And I’m not going to throw compliments at her in front of Scott.
Annette’s wearing a simple black long-sleeved dress that shows the perfect amount of cleavage. It falls just below her knees and hugs her feminine curves in all the right places. Her blonde hair is pinned up in a loose bun, and her lips are blood red. She looks sophisticated and sexy as hell. And she knows it.
Scott’s drooling heavily over her. And I don’t blame him, but it’s best if he laid off his boss’s ex. I’m positive the Ambassador wouldn’t appreciate him staring at her like a dog would at a fresh piece of meat. And he certainly wouldn’t appreciate the fact that I fucked her, either. Twice. But my boss isn’t a saint, and I regret nothing.
Annette knocks on Red’s door, which she quickly opens just enough for Annette to step inside. And a few minutes later, they both come out of the room, and I can feel my heart beating painfully against my chest at the sight of Red.
