“who’s going to steal just one Louboutin?”
They finally fell asleep as the sun was rising over the Bosporus, Francesca reluctantly setting her alarm for the shoot several hours later. She awoke to full sun and Selim still asleep beside her. Quietly, she showered and dressed, leaving him to sleep in the giant bed. She met Timo downstairs in the lobby, and he handed her a small, strong Turkish coffee. She drank it quickly.
“Rough night last night?” Timo asked, smirking.
“I hardly slept at all,” Francesca answered. “I must have had too much to drink.”
“Usually when that happens I sleep like a baby,” Timo replied. “I looked for you when the dinner was over and you had disappeared. What happened?”
“Oh, yeah, I shared a car with the woman who sat across from me. She was going this direction and offered to take me.”
“What about that man sitting next to you?” Timo asked mischievously.
“Uh, the really good-looking one? The one with the long hair and the perfectly-tailored suit? Need I describe further?”
“Married,” Francesca answered dismissively. “In fact, some woman walked up to him in the middle of dinner and practically assaulted him because his wife was at home with their kid.” She was willing her face not to flush, not to give her away.
“Too bad,” Timo replied.
“Yeah, well, not really,” she said. “I still don’t understand how things work here. It all seems like a lot of drama.”
“Ugh, you’re telling me. We went out to some ridiculous club in Taksim and there was practically a Range Rover full of paparazzi following us and we couldn’t get away, then one of the girls lost a shoe but she was saying some other girl stole it from her, which was insane because who’s going to steal just one Louboutin, right? And then some old guy invited us all to the VIP room and it was like a full-on harem, like Topkapi 2012. In-sane.”
“What time did you go to bed?”
Timo looked at his Bulgari watch. “About two hours ago.”
“I hope we’re done and sitting by the pool by the time I crash,” Timo added.