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“This green dress,” he says, letting his gaze roam down my body, “should be illegal.”
“I saved it for the last day,” I agree and step off of the ottoman and then turn a circle for him. “The silk feels like heaven, and I admit, I think my boobs look pretty good in it.”
“Spectacular,” he agrees, his eyes hot with lust. “We’re meeting London and Drew downstairs in ten. Otherwise, I’d show you just how much I appreciate that dress. Are you ready to go?”
“Yep, I just have to put on some lipstick.” I cross to the bathroom and smooth it over my lips, step into my shoes, and buckle the ankle straps, and then I return to Ryan, who’s waiting patiently for me. “Not only did I save the best dress for last, but the show I want to see the most is also last.”
“Chanel,” he says with a grin and kisses me softly before opening the door for me. “I admit, I’m interested to see what they have on tap, as well.”
We ride the elevator down to the lobby and then meet Drew and London, who are already waiting for us.
“Holy shit, Poll,” London says. “You look like you should be walking the runway.”
I laugh and shake my head at her. “You’re sweet, and you look fabulous, too. That pink jumpsuit is to die for.”
“And it doesn’t hurt that it’s comfortable,” she says with a wink. “Let’s go drool over some pretty clothes, shall we?”
“Oh, we shall.”
Ryan takes my hand as we walk out the revolving door and into an onslaught of flashing cameras.
“Wait,” he says, frowning down at my feet. “Your strap is unbuckled.”
Right here, in front of everyone, he kneels before me and fastens the strap and then presses his lips to my bare calf before standing and taking my hand once more. My entire system is on high alert, so in tune with him that I want to hurry back to our suite and make love to him all night long.
But I’ll have to settle on knowing that I can do exactly that when we return later.
“I didn’t want you to trip.”
My heart is hammering, and the paps are yelling questions, but all I can see is Ryan’s smile as he leads me out to the car, waiting for us.
“Well, that was sexy,” London says when she’s sitting across from us. “And will look fabulous in the photos they were snapping.”
My heart is still working overtime. It was the sexiest thing ever.
Today went by fast. The Chanel show was amazing, and I know I’ll have a hard time saying no to anything offered to me tomorrow.
We’ve been at a party for the past hour, and I have to admit, I’m starting to feel partied out. It’s a lot of the same faces and the same conversations, and with our time in Paris growing short, I’d honestly rather spend some time with Ryan alone.
“Your martini, madam,” the waiter says as he passes me my drink. “And someone asked me to deliver this.”
He passes me a napkin, gives me a slight bow, and then he walks away.
I turn to Ryan, but he’s busy chatting with someone I don’t recognize, so I open the folded napkin and feel my cheeks flush.
Stay away from him.
That’s it. No signature. Just those four words.
“What’s that?”
I glance up to see Ryan frowning as he reads over my shoulder.
“The waiter said someone asked him to deliver this to me. People are weird, Ryan. Unless you have a confession to make.”
He actually laughs and shakes his head. “No. Let’s chalk it up to the weird thing because you’re absolutely not staying away from me. If they even mean me.”
“Maybe they mean Drew.”
