Free The One Adored (The One Trilogy Book 3) by Alexandra North Page B

thin coat of lipgloss. Not long until I see him, until I’m in his arms and in his bed.  
    My Mum and Abby were right; we needed this weekend, on our own to reconnect. He deserved my full, undivided attention and I needed to make him feel like he is my, everything. It was time and he’d been more than patient.Charles de Gaulle airport is cavernous and I excitedly make my way towards the allocated luggage bay carousel, then spend the next 20 minutes collecting my small suitcase, (unfortunately not quite small enough for carry-on, due to winter clothing) and head off in the direction of the exit. As I’m processed through customs, and the arrivals door waits, I take a deep breath and roll my lips together. My man awaits me on the other side - Sebastian Silver, my future.

    I check my watch again and bite my lip. I don’t do ‘waiting’. I’ve never been a very patient man, especially when it meant extending the time I’ve spent without the love of my life, another second. I’ve spent enough time without her; naked in my arms. These six weeks have felt like a fucking lifetime and caused a huge divide between us - today I will resolve things.I should have been in a meeting right now - one that would mean the difference between potentially sealing this Paris deal with the Devereux chain or losing out to my nemesis but I had to see her; hold her in my arms and assure myself that she was Lu again. Her email had given me hope, but I needed to see it for myself. It had been nearly a week since I clapped eyes on her and I wasn’t prepared to wait a bloody moment longer.I’d planned a leisurely lunch at Fouquet’s on the Champs-Elysées, which was quintessentially Parisian and I knew Lu would love it, followed by a visit to The Louvre - our mutual love of art and design was a common interest I liked to indulge. Nathan had flown out last night and was sitting in for me with our clients, and I knew the project was safe in his hands; fuck, we’d sweated blood and tears over this re-model. So if it didn’t go to plan, it wasn’t down to our workmanship - it was still tight as to whether they’d go with our main competitor Argon. I’d recently begun to let go of the tight leash I had on the reins of Sil-Con, recognising that if I was ever going to enjoy any form of long-term happiness with Lucia I’d need to invest in her and Finn as much as I had in my business. She was my future. Nathan had this, I just need to let him do his thing and run with it - he was as good, if not better than me at sales, not that I’d ever admit that to him; his boyish charm was always a winner and I felt proud to encourage his step-up from hands-on to management.My eyes flicker towards the doors, as I watch the two members of staff open them to accommodate the new arrivals from Gate 7 and I watch eagerly as one after the other, feed through the pathway to their destinations, family and onlookers. Passenger after passenger trails past but no Lu. Where is she? Maybe she didn’t make the flight? Panicked I scan the oncoming bodies, I should have sent someone to travel with her, the second she suggested coming for the weekend, why didn’t I think of that? It’s still so risky with this nutter following her?   Then I see her and I exhale the breath I’ve been holding with a whoosh. Regal and poised as ever, dressed head to toe in black - stilettos, skinny ripped jeans, cashmere jumper - the only splash of colour a long wool camel coat. Her long dark hair wavy and flowing over her shoulders and those bright green eyes sparkling at me, almost amber against the hue of her jacket; challenging, always challenging. God I’m a lucky man. Fuck the lunch and the stuffy museum - we were going straight to the hotel.She sees me, finally, through the crowds and a small tentative smile tugs at those luscious lips, as she slinks towards me with a walk that could turn men to jelly. I can feel myself grow hard just watching her walk. God man, get it together.