Ruby watched a minute of it, then clicked off. “It feels weird watching it now. Like masturbating in front of you.”
Fran gave her a sultry smile. “I find both of those hot, so feel free to act anytime you want,” she replied. “Do you believe me now when I say you’re more than just a normal singer? That you could be a household name?”
Ruby sighed, but happiness spiked her body. “Of course not.” She put down her coffee and sat up on the bed, taking Fran’s hand in hers. “What I know is that you spur me on. Like you said last night, you’re a great cheerleader. I appreciate that. I’m going to write a song for you one day.”
Fran put a hand to her chest. “Nobody’s ever done that for me before.”
“I better get there before Fast Forward lady does then, hadn’t I?”
“Talking of Fast Forward, I still really need to go back to London this week. It’s our Christmas party tomorrow night, and I still have the final week to wrap up. Which I could do without, but I need to go. Plus, I need to deliver Delilah’s car back to her.”
“I was hoping for a spin in the Porsche.”
“We can still do that. I don’t have to leave until later.” She put her coffee down and crawled on her hands and knees to Ruby.
Desire slid down Ruby. She reached down and cupped one of Fran’s breasts, before kissing her hard on the mouth. “I wish you didn’t have to go. I wish we could have the most perfect Christmas week.”
“We will,” Fran replied. She knelt in front of Ruby, wrapped her arms around Ruby’s neck and kissed her. “I’ll be back for Christmas. You can trust me on that.” Fran cocked her head. “Do you trust me now? Have I done enough to let you know I may be in the industry, but I also have a heart and a soul?”
Ruby nodded. “You have. I trust you.”
“Good, because I’ll be seeing Delilah again this week, but you need to remember I’m your girlfriend, okay?”
“I’m the only one you’re getting naked with?”
Fran cocked her head. “If we discount Fast Forward lady.”
“Touché.”
“If you miss me, just remember this moment. Me naked in your arms. And if this isn’t proof of what Mistletoe has done to me, I don’t know what is. When did I turn into such a cheesy romantic?”
“It was always buried within. I just coaxed it out,” Ruby replied.
Chapter 30
“Wow, you look hot.”Damian put a hand to his mouth, frowning at his own words. “And I can’t quite believe that just came out of my mouth. I apologise. I will file that under ‘things never to say again to your boss’.”
Fran looked down at her outfit. She’d decided to wear the blue suit she bought for her cousin’s wedding two years ago that had sat in her wardrobe ever since. She’d teamed it with some navy heels and a crisp white shirt. “Thanks, I think. Although is now the time to tell you I’m gay?”
Damian opened his mouth wide. “Stop, you’re killing me.” He waved a hand. “But seriously, you look… I don’t know. I’m not going to say hot again.” He stared at her, then clicked his fingers. “You look like someone who got laid at the weekend. Am I right? Is that what I’m picking up?”
Fran willed her cheeks not to colour, but she was pretty sure they had. If not, her silence was deafening.
Damian grinned at her. “I’m right, I know it. Good decision for you to go home, then?”
“Great decision. The gig was a hit and I have a new girlfriend.”
Damian put his hands in the air like he’d just scored a goal. “OMG! That’s fantastic. Is she signing with us, too?”
“That was not in the criteria of her being my girlfriend.” Fran hadn’t even thought about that the whole time. She must be smitten.
“You’re slipping,” Damian said, laughing. “But looking like that, you’re going to draw attention at tonight’s Christmas party, mark my words.”
Fran grimaced. “I hope not. I plan to have a couple of drinks, grease a few palms and be home before I lose my shoe and need to be rescued.”
“That’s everyone’s plans until the shots take hold.” Damian paused and straightened his party shirt. “Anyway, everyone smashed it at the weekend. Fast Forward killed the performance, in a good way. I watched that video you posted, too.” He shook his head. “That song needs to be heard. Ruby was amazing.”
“Wasn’t she?”