Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

Julian reappears through the crowd with my glass of lemonade. He hands it over. “Here, babe.”

I blow him a kiss as I take it.

Spencer frowns and glances across the room. “Who in God’s name is that?” He gasps.

Our eyes roam to where he’s looking. We see a beautiful blonde woman wearing an ice-pink dress. She’s throwing her head back as she’s laughing. Her natural blonde hair cascades down her back, and she has the most beautiful set of dimples I have ever seen. She’s absolutely stunning.

”That’s Lady Charlotte,” Julian tells him.

“Lady?” I frown. “She has a title?”

“Her father is the Earl of Nottingham.”

“Really?” Spencer whispers, fascinated.

“Don’t bother perusing that one. She is well and truly out of your league, old boy.” Julian takes a sip of his beer. “Her blood is too blue, even for you.”

Spencer smiles and raises his eyebrows at Seb, totally accepting the silent challenge.

Julian kisses me on the lips and puts his hands around my waist. “Let’s go, Mrs. Masters.”

I smile up at him. “Okay.”

“Why do you want to go?” Spence interrupts. “Stay here with us.”

“Because the prospect of taking my beautiful wife home and doing unspeakable things to her body is a lot more appealing than staying here with you two,” Julian says flatly. His sexy eyes hold mine and I get a flutter of excitement in my heart.

I cup his cheek and give him a quick kiss.

“Lucky prick.” Spencer frowns, keeping his eyes firmly on Lady Charlotte. “I need to get me some of this pregnant sex you keep going on about, Masters.”

“Hmm.” Julian smiles against my lips. “You’ll need a woman to investigate that further, Spence.”

Spencer purses his lips as he stares at the beautiful woman in the pink dress. “I do love a challenge. Maybe Lady Charlotte is dying to be impregnated tonight.”

I giggle and Julian rolls his eyes.

“Or simply dying to get away from you,” Seb mutters, taking a swift sip of his beer.

Spencer smiles mischievously. “I’ll bet you two-hundred pounds, Seb, that I have a date with her by this time next week.”

Julian chuckles and shakes his hand. “Double it. Four-hundred. You don’t have a chance in hell with her.”

“You’re on.” Seb smiles, shaking Spencer’s hand.

Spencer’s eyes dance with delight. “Deal.”

Spencer kisses me on the cheek, his hands dropping to my stomach. “Goodbye, darling. Enjoy your unspeakable things.” With his eyes firmly on Lady Charlotte, he disappears across the room, heading straight in her direction.

I kiss Seb and he rubs my stomach. “Goodbye, Breezer.”

I smile. I have become very fond of this man.

“See you, Seb.”

Julian shakes his hand, and then he leads me toward the door. “Time to go.”

We walk out of the function centre and over to Julian’s Porsche. He has a new one now. It’s navy blue, and of course, it’s the latest model.