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Chapter 53
What If
KAT
Marseille
He left early this morning to shoot something on a boat. But not before bending me over the bed on his way out. Pretty sure we moved it about two feet from its original position when we were done. I check my phone.
ZANE: Be warned this place has no boundaries. But what it lacks in privacy more than makes up in pastry. Trust.
ZANE: Also, I’m in this hat. {Insert Picture of Zane in yellow fisherman’s hat}
How the hell is he sexy in that stupid outfit. That smirk, those eyes all designed to drive me wild. I push away all thoughts of what we are and enjoy this damn comfy bed in France.
KAT: Report to me and this bed in only that hat please
ZANE: Good morning!
ZANE: Net or no net? {Insert photo of Zane holding a fishing net}
KAT: What the hell, let’s say net. {Thumbs up from Zane}
KAT: And I’d fuck you in the hat
ZANE: Good to know
No other texts this morning. We shut up both sets of parents with a selfie from the Seychelles bar with Ginny and Colin.
Anna’s the last of the guest stars but it’s possible she couldn’t get off of work or chickened out. But she should be here by now.
I stretch and I’m sore in the best way. Also waking up next to him was more than I think my lust-addled brain can handle. I roll over and smell his pillow. It’s a pathetic move but I stand by it. I know there’s soap here, wonder if they make this scent. Like a bergamot, spicy amber kind of thing. Something I’d like to crawl inside and cozy down with a smutty book.
I’ll stay in this amazing bed until he gets back. Some lady walks into my room. No knocking, just walks right in. “Bonjour.” Oh. No boundaries.
“Hello. What can I do for you?” I pull the covers up a bit. She puts an ornate silver tray at the edge of my bed and walks to the windows. She throws open the curtains.
“Il est temps de laisser entrer le soleil.” I nod and quickly grab my phone for translation. Time to let in the sun. Huh. Am I that easy to read?
Croissants, jam, cafe au lait, lavender honey, little sticky sugary things, hard rolls, quiche, cheese, and a small salad adorn my stunning tray. Enough food for like 40 people. I’ll probably eat it all.
KAT: Are you here? I assume it’s your turn.
ANNA: Downstairs in the lobby but I was trying to figure out how to go home. I didn’t know Zane was here too. Ginny didn’t tell me. Sorry.
KAT: Fuck that. Room 610 at the top. Come on up now. I have a tray big enough for two!
ANNA: I need to warn you. I’m not good.
I jump out of bed and find my sleep shorts, prop the door open and jump back in.
KAT: Quick heads up, Anna’s here
ZANE: As long as she has her own room and doesn’t listen through the walls. I’m good. And if she doesn’t, I will get her a room. She may not want to watch me eat you out when I get back from my “fishing” excursion.
KAT: Deal - I approve the separate room and your dining options. I’ll be wide open and waiting for the feast.
ZANE: Open that buffet to me, Harpy
