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at　made　his

striking　green　eyes　look　serious　and　deep　and　oh…so…promising。

？What？s　this；　then？？　he　asked；　furrowing　his　golden…brown　eyebrows。　？Remember　I　said　I　had　a

surprise？？

？I？ve　got　a　surprise　for　you　too；？　Blair　cooed　sexily。　？e　look　under　the　sheets。？

？Right；？　he　continued　a　little　impatiently。　？Well；　put　on　your　clothes；　love。？

？I　don？t　want　to；？　Blair　plained；　pouting。

He　hurried　across　the　room　and　kissed　her　quickly　on　the　nose。　？Later；？　he　promised。　？Now

throw　on　some　clothes　and　meet　me　downstairs　in　the　lobby。？　Then　he　turned　and　left　the　room；

leaving　her　perfumed；　well…moisturized；　and　depilated　body　naked　and　alone。

This　better　be　a　good　surprise。

Blair　emerged　from　the　wood…paneled　elevator　in　a　hastily　chosen　ensemble：　a　chocolate　brown

Tory　Burch　tunic　（thank　you；　Harrods）；　a　favorite　pair　of　old　True　Religion　jeans；　and　clunky　gold

Marc　by　Marc　Jacobs　clogs。　She　looked　like　a　jet…setter　on　holiday。　Just　right　for　a　weekend　jaunt

to　Tunis　in　Lord　Marcus？s　private　jet。　Couldthat　be　the　surprise？

The　grand；　chandelierlit　marble　hotel　lobby　was　abuzz　with　activity；　but　Blair　noticed　a　hush　fall

over　the　crowd　as　she　crossed　the　tiled　floor；　her　clogs　clopping　noisily；　to　the　overstuffed　black

velvet　chaise　where　Marcus　sat　waiting　for　her。　He　was　so　goddamn　handsome　Blair　couldn？t　help

admiring　him；　like　he　was　a　painting　or　some　rare　piece　of　sculpture；　and　it　was　hard　to　resist

plunging　her　fingers　into　the　thick　waves　of　his　golden…brown　hair。　She　was　so　busy　mentally

rhapsodizing　over　her　gorgeous　English　lover　that　she　barely　noticed　he　was　holding　hands　with

someone　who　wasdefinitely　not　her。

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