Guillaume, Her French Husband

Chapter 6

For the next few weeks, Guillaume could feel himself falling for Lara. There was so much about her that drew her to him. It was like she had cast a spell on him or something. He was always finding himself thinking about her. And to make matters worse, he was jealous of the lead actor. The picture they were portraying might have been make believe but every single time he saw Leroy Accardo’s arm around Lara, it was like he was having little swords pushed into his body every single day. And the one thing that had made matters worse was the fact that he had been spending at least two hours each day alone with Lara. Either over lunch or coffee. And even once for dinner.

It almost seemed that lately, all he wanted to do apart from making the film was spend time alone with Lara.

The night before she and Leroy shot their love scene, he had asked her to his trailer. But he had other plans for her. Plans that he could not reveal as yet. He was watching from a distance when she slowly made her way into the trailer and even though she was a considerable distance away, he could tell that she was a little nervous as she slowly walked up the stairs to his trailer. A smile played on his lips when he saw her reaction after opening the door. His plan had worked. And perfectly too…

Lara

As she stood at the entrance of Guillaume’s trailer, Lara was more than sure that he had made a mistake. It was not that he was an untidy man or anything. She had never known him to be one. But she had been in this trailer almost daily in the past three weeks but what she was looking at was something different.

First off, the entire trailer had rose petals scattered all over the trailer and there was a trail of white rose petals guiding her towards the bed where she found a dress. It was the same dress she had worn in one of the scenes in the film. A white loose fitting maxi dress with long loose sleeves. The dress had a plunging V-neckline and thigh high slits on each thigh. There was a pair of red strapped stiletto heels. She had put on blue heels on set but she liked the red shoes better. She was about to pick up the dress when she saw a paper folded in half on the bed. She picked it up and a smile played on her lips when she saw that it was a note from Guillaume.

Cherie,

I thought you looked exquisite in this dress. So I had another one ordered for you. You can keep this one…and the shoes too. I had the staff bring everything you need to my trailer to make everything easier. Get ready and I will send a car for you in half an hour.

I am looking forward to seeing you.

G.

She bit her lower lip and sighed, wondering at the back of her mind what Guillaume had planned. She changed into the dress and then did her make-up before she stood in front of the mirror. A smile played on her lips as she looked at her reflection. The dress might have been a loose fit but her curves made the dress look perfect. She gently ran her fingers through her thick straight hair and bit her lip again. She had felt sexy when she wore it on set but after putting it on that night, she felt even sexier. She looked sexier too. Perhaps it was the thought that there was not going to be an audience this time around.

She was still looking at her reflection when she heard a knock on the door. She slowly made her way to the door and opened it to find a uniformed driver standing outside.

“Lara King?” he asked and she nodded.

“Yes. That’s me.”

“I am Francoise. Your driver for the night.” He stretched his hand out. “If you are ready, I will escort you to the villa.”

She shrugged.

“The villa?” she asked and Francoise nodded.

She did not know what was more exciting. The fact that she got to see Myka or the fact that she was being chauffeured through the perfect green vineyard to the exquisite villa. She placed her hand in Francoise’s and allowed him to help her down the steps to the car.

She was quiet during the short drive through the vineyard. She could see the villa lights in the distance and for some reason, her heart was beating harder and faster than usual. When the car pulled up in front of the villa, she took a long deep breath as Francoise got out of the driver’s seat and then walked to the passenger seat to open her door. She stepped out and a shiver went down her spine when the crisp night fall air blew on her bare legs. Guillaume was waiting for her at the doorway and he looked more handsome than ever. Instead of the usual jeans and t-shirt he usually wore, he had on a fitting pair of pants and a burgundy shirt. His full long hair that usually fell loosely around his face was pulled back into a ponytail. She looked at him as she slowly walked towards him. She didn’t know if her cheeks were as flushed as she felt.

“Cherie,” he said in a soft voice when she got to where he was. He held her waist and gently kissed her cheek. The warm kiss was softer and longer than his usual kisses.

“Guillaume,” she said when he pulled away. “What is all this?” she asked.

“I simply wanted to have a decent meal prepared in a decent kitchen. That’s all,” he said in a soft voice. “Rather than all that food prepared by numerous chefs on set. I wanted something different, tonight. Something with a personal touch.”

“So you cooked?” she asked and he nodded.

“There is a whole lot about me that you are yet to know about,” he said as he led her into the villa. “Your sister is entertaining her new friends in a cabin on the other side of the property. But don’t worry. There is absolutely no alcohol there and there is enough adult supervision to put the army to shame.”

His arm slipped to her waist.

“So we’re here alone?” she asked and he nodded.

“I wanted it to be just us.”

She shook her head.

“Why?” she asked and he laughed.

“Cherie, if you have to ask that by now, then I am failing terribly and not even realizing it.”

There was smooth music playing in the background. Smooth perfect Italian operatic music. It was soothing to say the least. And the aroma that filled the air was simply delicious. Maybe he was right. The simple food made on set never had a perfect aroma as the air in the villa did. She did not know why but for some reason, she could feel herself on edge: almost as if she had pins and needles all over her body. She looked at him as he handed her a glass of red wine.

“Pomerol,” he said as he looked into her eyes. “From right here in this vineyard,” he added as he looked into her eyes.

“The grapes from this vineyard made this wine?” she asked and he nodded. She took a sip and sighed loudly. “Wow,” she said in a whisper.

That was probably the best tasting red wine she had ever had.

“Do you like it?” he asked and she nodded.

“I love it,” she said. “It is perfect…and smooth.”

“Good. I had been saving this bottle for someone special,” he said and she raised an eyebrow.