by Lovell, Dani
The rest of my UK vacation I spent working in the London office. Daniel was obviously taking care of his fiancée and her family, and the only way I could help them was by helping Daniel, making sure I was overseeing everything that he is in control of, there.
It really didn’t bother me, I was glad to help out and they had something just awful to deal with. I love my job, I love work, so going there everyday isn’t a chore, it was just a shame to have missed out on spending time with my friends. Hopefully, although Clare and Oliver can’t be here, I’ll get to enjoy some more time with those other, new, good friends here. I’ll really miss Clare, she’s become a very dear friend to me and I can see us remaining friends for a very long time to come, especially as she is my sister-in-law-to-be’s sister-in-law. Yes, it’s confusing, I know.
When I heard that our associate and friend, Sebastian Love, had flown Tilly and Luke over from LA, I wasn’t surprised at all, he’s a great guy like that. Very helpful. He’s crazy, a little outlandish and sometimes quite the filthy-mouthed reprobate that I detest, however, he does have a very decent side to him, which one usually sees in business or when he’s serious about something.
As he was in London for a few days, we met for dinner a couple of times, at his request, which would have been very pleasant, had he not continuously tried to flirt with me; not something I’m interested in, in the slightest. He is very pleasant company when he wants to be, but the other side of him that can’t seem to help rearing its ugly head really just detracts from any decorum he may initially express. A shame, really.
I’m trying to forget that a few glasses of wine during one of those meetings in London caused me to slip into a bizarre and very uncharacteristic ‘jerk-tolerating’ state, and I began to actually enjoy his awfulness. My stomach churns every time I remember that kiss… it’s difficult to even say that word.
Why didn’t I simply hop into the awaiting car and leave him to it? Why did I have to offer him a ride and then succumb to his lecherous ways in the back of the vehicle? Why I was so turned on by it, I’ve no idea. I can only put it down to the wine, he’ll never make the cut when it comes to the type of man I’d be interested in, and no matter what the spasms of excitement in my gut try to tell me, I’ll never forget that act.
No doubt, as we’re in Aspen, we’ll bump into Sebastian and his partner-in-crime, Cole, again, as we did last year and most every year that we’re here, but I shall certainly not be partaking in any of those ridiculous drinking games that had me so mortifyingly inebriated last time. Something I make a habit of never doing. And after what happened when I’d only had just a few glasses of wine in London, I will certainly be staying away from any of that type of thing.
That occasion last Christmas was an exception, I was having way too much fun and got carried away with the festivities. A few drinks and a dance, some laughs with my friends - all that is wonderful when one has the time to do it, but the other business is just not ‘me’ and I am absolutely confident that that will never happen again.
Sebastian has called me a few times since we met in London, trying to convince me to let him take me out for dinner again in LA, telling me I’ve got him all wrong, yada yada yada. After that passionate kiss, I appreciate that I probably did give off the wrong vibe in London, I do enjoy his company, but I certainly wouldn’t wish to encourage him to think that I might be interested in anything more than friendship.
He is most certainly not my type, no; I like my men to be serious, work-focused gentlemen with a high level of intellect and charisma; light drinkers if interested in it at all, excellent conversationalists and all-round pillars of the community. Although I appreciate a good-looking guy, I’m definitely not solely interested in looks, and should the areas previously mentioned be covered, I can overlook a face and body.
Sebastian is devastatingly good-looking, but that doesn’t do anything for me because he’s a jackass half the time. Yes, when focused on work, he’s extremely professional, but when they say ‘work hard, play hard’, Sebastian takes it to another level. He works hard and plays like an absolute idiot, and that, for me, is the biggest turn-off a man could ever present me with.
But that’s enough about him, I’m sure I’ll get to meet up with him soon and watch on, cringe-worthily as his mouth gets him into some more trouble.
Right now, I’m on my way to my parents’ place, here in Aspen for dinner; Daniel, Bea, Luke, Tilly and Emily, and Bea’s parents will all be joining us for our first meal together, before most of us go out to a bar to celebrate the festive period with a couple of glasses of champagne.
Pam, my housekeeper who formed a wonderful connection with Tilly last year, is very excited to be looking after little Emily. Luke and Pam have always been close, so naturally she fell in love with Tilly, too.
Climbing the steps to the door, I take a deep breath and smile, adoring this relaxing part of the year in one of my most favourite places in the world. Coming home to my parents place here reminds me so much of visiting as we were growing up. It’s wonderful.
When my reminiscing moment is over, I lift my hand to ring the doorbell and am thoroughly surprised when the door is flung open, and standing before me, cocksure and merry, is Sebastian Love.
“Good evening, beautiful, looking stunning as always,” he says, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me against him with a thud to lay a kiss on my cheek.
“Oh… uh,” I stutter, totally taken aback, “I didn’t realise you were here.”
“Your folks didn’t tell you I was coming? Aw, and there’s me thinking you’re getting all excited to see me.”
Ugh. Would an exaggerated roll of the eyes be too obvious? What a douche.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sexy Hart is Dani Lovell's third novel; book three of the Sexy Series.
Although British, Lovell has quite an obsession with all things 'Stateside' and often dreams about the fabulous trips she'll one day take, across the pond.
Lovell lives in Hertfordshire, UK with Daniel, Luke, Oliver and the rest of the sexy gang (all in her head, of course), and her real-life family.
If she's not working on her latest Sexy story, you'll find her taking care of her children, planning her latest fantasy vaycay or eating her weight in goats cheese.
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ALSO BY DANI LOVELL:
The Sexy Series, book one: Sexy Berkeley; The story of Bea and Daniel
The Sexy Series, book two: Sexy Summers; The story of Tilly and Luke
COMING SOON:
The Sexy Series, book four: Sexy Love; The story of Alexia and Sebastian
