Pure Lust Vol. 1 (14 page)
Men were gathered in a group close by.
I didn’t see any couples together. Everybody was grouped together by gender. And Edward thought I’d hang out here? Who would I talk to? The people bringing out the drinks? I’d certainly feel a lot more comfortable with them.
“Is that what we’ll be like?” I asked suddenly. I gestured towards the groups. “Doing our own thing, you discussing business with the men while I’m off with the women talking about parties and raising the kids?”
His mouth twitched in amusement. “I hope not. I don’t want separate but connected lives. I want our
life, Gabriella.” He leaned in, brushed a kiss over my cheek. “You can have a career or do as my mother did, get involved in charities...or raise the kids.” He gave me a mischievous smile. “You decide. One thing though. I’m not changing my name to Baine. But if you don’t want to change yours, that’s fine too.”
While I was still nervous, I did feel a measure of relief at his words. Now I just had to keep myself distracted until it was time to meet the future in-laws.
“That reminds me, I’m about to find out your family name. Does that mean you’re going to turn into a pumpkin? Or is it more of a Rumpelstiltskin thing where you’ll have to grant me a wish?”
Edward laughed and I felt myself relax even more. I could do this as long as he was with me.
“I’ll grant you a wish for every day that you’re mine,” he said.
“Well, my first wish is for one of those heavenly croissants. I’m starving.”
I watched a basket of the buttery pastries bob by on a waiter’s tray, but before I could snag one, the hostess came by.
“Mr. Edward? Your party is here.”
We walked arm in arm into the formal dining room. In the doorway, we paused a moment and I had that split second to try and guess who Edward’s parents were.
A half dozen couples could have been contenders. Several tall, distinguished men, several attractive women with brown hair. But nobody stuck out and then time was up, because Edward was already guiding me to a table occupied by a handsome man who appeared to be in his fifties, still robust and powerful looking. The woman was blonde and statuesque. The moment she looked up, I could see where Edward had gotten his ice blue eyes.
She stood, eyes only for her son. “Edward, darling, it’s been too long.”
Edward kissed her cheek and then nodded at the man I assumed was his father even though they didn’t look anything alike. “Mother, this is Gabriella. Gabriella, this is my mother, Claire.”
Claire shook my hand lightly and I could tell she thought about reaching for a napkin when I let go.
“And now I see what’s been keeping you away.” Her expression was tight.
Edward pulled out her chair and waited until she sat down to kiss her on the cheek again. She patted his cheek and then waved me to the chair next to her. I sat down without assistance and was glad to catch Edward’s wink as he circled the table to sit next to me.
“What a lovely necklace, Claire. May I call you Claire?” I asked.
Claire gave a faint smile and flagged down a waiter without answering my question. “We’ll need one more place setting, please. The three of you are always busy, but at least one of your brothers is able to join us, I hear.”
“I know. He texted me earlier. The more the merrier.” Edward smiled. “It’ll be nice for her to meet more of the family.”
“So, Gabriella, what do you do for a living?” Mr. Rumpelstiltskin or whatever their last name was gave me a pleasant smile.
“I’m an assistant for a writer for a television show, but I’m hoping to write my own someday.” I braced myself for the usual onslaught of comments that followed a pronouncement of a career in the arts.
“So you’re hoping to use Edward’s name to further your own career...?”
I interrupted before Edward was forced to say something to his mother that would make her hate me even more. “Actually, Claire, Edward hasn’t told me much about your family, only that he’s involved in the family business. My interest in him is purely him.”
“She makes it sound like we run a mom and pop shop.” Claire sipped a glass of champagne then dabbed her lips with a white linen napkin.
“Did he take over for you?” I asked the much more friendly face across from me.
“Me?” He looked surprised. “No. I’m actually Edward’s stepfather. You can call me Albert.”
“I’m so sorry! How rude of me,” Edward said. “Albert and my mother have been married for eons. I can’t believe I didn’t introduce you two.”
Albert smiled and waved a hand, like he was used to being forgotten. “Why don’t you tell us about the marriage proposal before you tire of telling the story?”
Edward pulled our joined hands up above the white tablecloth and held up my engagement ring. He squeezed my fingers. “Starlight, champagne, a fountain in the rose garden. I must have done it right because this beauty said ‘yes’.”
Claire shot my emerald cut diamond solitaire a begrudgingly impressed look.
“How did you and Albert meet?” I asked, determined to win her over.
“Albert was the headmaster at the boarding school I wished for my boys to attend. They were still young, of course, but one must be diligent if one wants only the best for their children.” She looked over at her husband. “Of course, once we decided to get married, he had to resign so as to avoid the appearance of favoritism.”
I decided to go with a question that had nothing to do with how odd I thought it was that her husband had to give up his job rather than just sending the kids to another school. “You went to an all-boys boarding school?” I asked Edward.
“One of the finest in the country,” Claire said it like there was no other option. “Where were you educated?”
Her attitude sucked. Arching a brow, I smiled coolly. “Tennessee public schools.”
Her gaze slid to Edward’s. He stared back, his face impassive. After a moment, she smiled a little and began to discuss work.
It took less than a minute to figure out that they were involved in the fashion industry. It took less than five to realize that they just might have a fair hand in controlling
it. My heart started to race and under the table, I twisted my hands over and over around the heavy material of the napkin I’d put in my lap.
Kendra had told me about the executives who could make or break entire collections and countless careers with one phone call. That probably explained why she thought she recognized him, but couldn’t put a name to a face.
The sommelier brought champagne to the table. “Here you are, Mrs. Bouvier.”
My jaw dropped. “I’m sorry, did you just say Bouvier?”
Bouvier…shit. Edward…Bouvier…
my heart was about to jump out of my chest. Lifting my gaze, I stared at him. “I…you…” Shaking my head, I looked around and then said, “Are y’all seriously the
Bouviers
?”
I heard the accent thickening my voice, but I couldn’t even think about that now.
From the corner of my eye, I could see his mother watching me, could see the sommelier fighting not to do the same.
Edward laughed, a sheepish smile on his face. “I told you my last name was quite recognizable.”
“You didn’t tell her your last name?” Claire raised an eyebrow.
Edward’s expression stiffened. “I thought you’d be pleased, Mother. We dated, fell in love, and she agreed to marry me all without knowing I’m a Bouvier.”
“I don’t believe this,” I said, pressing my hand to my forehead.
“Gabriella, are you well?”
The soft question came from the man across from me.
Weakly, I looked at him. “I’m fine, Mr. Bouvier—”
“Albert is
not
Mr. Bouvier. His name is Albert McCreary,” Claire said, her voice pure ice. She stared at me, clearly offended. “When I remarried, I kept my first married name because of the company and my sons.”
I barely heard the final words she said, though…
Coincidence?
Had to be.
McCreary…
No way.
“Hey there, big brother. I hear I’m getting a sister-in-law...”
The familiar voice trailed off as I lifted my head.
He moved around the table, all sexy grace and cadet blue eyes. My future brother-in-law. Flynn McCreary.
Shit.
To be continued in Pure Lust Vol. 2, release July 10
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About The Authors
MS Parker
M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.
Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing.
Cassie Wild
Cassie Wild loves romance. Every since she was eight years old she’s been reading every romance novel she could get her hands on, always dreaming of writing her own romance novels.
When MS Parker approached her about co-authoring the Serving HIM series, it didn’t take Cassie many seconds to say a big yes!!
Serving HIM and Pure Lust are only the beginning to the collaboration between MS Parker and Cassie Wild. Another series is already in the planning stages.
