Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1) by Jessie Courts Page A

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shame and to Rachel’s frustration it turned her on in ways she didn’t dare try
and understand. The blue of eyes darkened and his lips twitched in amusement
fully aware of his effect on her. Shaking her head, Rachel wondered yet again
what the rest of the day had in store for her.

 
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    The driver pulled off The Strand
into the forecourt of The Savoy where the four passengers alighted. They each
took a moment to appreciate their surroundings. The hotel and the theatre to
the right side felt sheltered from the busy main road linked as they were by
the covered forecourt. Water cascaded out of the ornate fountain in the middle
of the driveway and the glamour of their surroundings was hinted at by opulent
Art Deco accents decorating the entrance to the hotel.

 
    It was such a treat for Rachel to
indulge Lucy, Jess and of course, their friend Luc, with something so special
that she could enjoy too. She sent a silent prayer of thanks to Nate for
providing her with the means to do so and let her mind fleetingly wonder how
his business was coping without him at the helm. Pushing those thoughts right
to the back of her mind, where she didn’t have to deal with what she knew she
could not be put off forever, Rachel linked arms with her baby girls and
graciously let the doorman guide them through to the foyer of this beautiful
hotel.

 
    Flanked by Luc, looking like a
movie star in his new designer suit, they caused quite a stir among the guests
lounging around in the lobby, and many sets of eyes followed them as they made
their way up the stairs to the American Bar. Rachel couldn’t help notice how
the women openly admired Luc as he walked passed them oblivious to their
drooling stares. They stood up straighter; fiddled with their hair and sucked
in their stomachs hoping he would take notice of the open invitations in their
eyes. Rachel felt obscenely irked by all that unwelcome attention and she
wanted to taunt them with her intimate knowledge that his clothes did not do
the boy justice at all – that would give them a good reason to gawp!

 
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    The American Bar did not
disappoint. Luxurious cream leather seats amid navy décor overlooking the
Thames and uniformed waiting staff discreetly depositing little bowls of olives
and mixed nuts, set the mood for what Rachel hoped would be a calm and relaxed
few hours.

 
    Flicking through the Cocktail
menu, Rachel took a moment to watch the 3 young people with her. Clearly, Lucy
and Jess adored their friend and took great pleasure in teasing him, which he
took very good naturedly. They were all very touchy feely with each other but
it appeared to be purely platonic. Rachel wanted to make 100% sure that neither
of her daughters were carrying a torch for Luc as she in no way wanted to be
responsible for him neglecting them for her.

 
    As if he could read her thoughts,
Luc raised his baby blues in her direction and gave her a sly wink. He reached
for an olive causing the fabric of his suit jacket to ripple around his muscles
enticingly captivating Rachel until he opened his mouth to pop in a black
olive. She watched mesmerised as he rolled the delicacy around his mouth;
chewed then swallowed. The action of his Adam’s apple bobbing as he did so was
alarmingly erotic, coupled with the tip of his tongue sweeping up the oil
residue on his lips and Rachel was done for. Her eyes fluttered closed and she
took a deep breath to calm herself.

 
    In one night Luc had super charged
her libido and she was literally raging with lust for him. She had heard how
popular the cougar culture was and had previously written off these women as
sad, old and pathetic – and maybe she was also all of those things, but
fucking hell it felt fabulous. Luc didn’t make her feel creepy or middle aged
– just the opposite and for as long as it lasted Rachel would take every
glorious thing he had to offer her, because the love of her life had died far
too young and she