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Stadium and the O2.
It has six en-suite bedrooms,’ I nodded, beyond impressed.
    ‘Good afternoon, Miss
Roberts,’ came a French voice to my right. I turned to face an older gentleman
dressed in formal wear, he wouldn’t be out of place at the wedding tomorrow.
‘I’m Gaston, your personal butler. I’ve taken the liberty of opening your
champagne, if you’d like to take a seat I’ll bring it to you momentarily. I
have my own suite attached to yours, so if you need me at any time, day or
night, just call and I’ll be here. You have your own private chef on standby as
well, should you require anything between your evening meal and breakfast in
the morning. Your suitcase is in the master suite and the other Miss Roberts’
is in bedroom three.’
    ‘Thank you, Gaston,
champagne sounds wonderful.’ I gave him a warm smile and he nodded before disappearing.
‘Still want to see him naked?’ I asked Mandy with a giggle.
    ‘Hell no! I bet his
cock’s that wrinkled he’d need to iron it before sex. But if you can ask him
which bed Sam of Nevada 6 slept in, I’m moving into that room. He’s seriously
hot.’
    ‘They’ll have changed
the sheets since,’ I laughed with a roll of my eyes.
    ‘Don’t care, it’s the
principle. Lying in a bed he was probably naked in, having sex with God only
knows who,’ she sighed with a dreamy look in her eyes.
    We settled down on the
comfortable sofas, using the portable touch screen to adjust the blinds and
select some up tempo music. When Gaston had delivered our champagne, with
chocolate dipped strawberries coated in edible gold leaf, I finally relented
and filled Mandy in on the events of last night.
    ‘I’m going to fucking
kill him!’ she repeated. ‘He cheated on you, Lisa.’
    ‘It’s not cheating when
you’ve given your consent,’ I reminded her. ‘But yes, I’m pissed that he did it
so close to our wedding. It’s barely given me time to process it. I’d also
liked to have had the chance to decide if it was something I ought to do.’
    ‘No decision to be
made. You’re supposed to be getting married in less than 24 hours, we’ve got to
get you laid before you put on that bloody dress and decide you’re going to put
up with shit sex for life.’
    ‘It’s not all shit. I
love kissing him, he makes me come with oral and fingering, it’s just the
actual act it’s so … lacklustre and … boring.’
    ‘I really didn’t see
that coming,’ Mandy sighed, shaking her head. ‘I mean he’s hot. Great looking, amazing
body, intelligent. You’d think he’d have clued up by watching porn or
something.’
    ‘Not his style,’ I shrugged,
though I did wonder if that would have helped. ‘Anyway, I’m not going out to
try and pull the first guy I see, just to get back at him.’
    ‘You’re not getting
back at him, you’re simply taking advantage of a deal that was made for both of
you and making one-hundred percent sure that you really want to marry the guy.
I could ring that escort one of the girls at work used, she raved about him,
what was his name … Logan, that was it, Logan Steele. Apparently she couldn’t
walk for two days after and said she’d never come so many times.’
    ‘You know, Brady
mentioned that. But if he’s that good, Mandy, he’s not exactly going to be
available on a few hours’ notice. Besides, that’s just setting Brady and I up
for failure. Sleeping with a guy who’s at the top of his game, how many men
would compare to that?’
    ‘I’d love to find out,
if I had the money to book him. Damn it, I’m horny now. All this talk of hot
musicians and escorts. We’re going down to that bar tonight and we’re going to
score ourselves a couple of guys to bring back to the suite. Then you
can decide what to do tomorrow,’ she stated firmly, stuffing another strawberry
in her mouth. I sighed and drained my champagne, wondering if that really was
the way to go.
     

     
     
     

The Bar
    Lisa

     
    We’d feasted on a