Page 650 of Manhattan Bossholes

I hummed the song as we moved together.

“Have I told you how stunning you look tonight?” Cameron murmured.

I giggled softly. “About a dozen times, but I’ll never get tired of hearing it.” I tipped my head coquettishly. “Say it again, please.”

He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You are the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever seen, and I feel so lucky to be with you.”

“Thank you, and same,” I said quietly.

He stroked my back as we danced, and all I could think of was the naked fun we were going to have once we were home again. It didn’t take much for my mind to flip to naughty thoughts. I considered sneaking off to the bathroom after the song was over to take some suggestive photos, which was one of my favorite ways to tease Cameron. His hand slipped lower to cup my ass. Yeah, he deserved to be tortured with a filthy pic. Although he wasn’t above dragging me to coat closets or bathrooms to have his way with me once he saw my messages.

But first, before any sexy fun, we needed to have an important conversation.

The song ended, and I pulled Cameron out to the deck with me, which was empty now that the band had cranked up a dance song.

“What’s going on?” Cameron eyed me suspiciously as the rest of the crowd headed in the opposite direction. “Do you suddenly hate ABBA?”

I shook my head. “I just want to talk, and I figured we should enjoy this beautiful night.” I glanced up. “Look at that moon!”

He looked at it for a second, then back at me. “Yup, beautiful. Now, talk.”

We were side-by-side, leaning up against the barrier and looking out at the endless Manhattan skyline. I glanced down at my hand.

“I love this ring,” I said, holding my hand up near my face.

“I’m glad. You’re my shooting star, so it felt appropriate.”

“Yeah, it did,” I mused as I turned my hand from side to side. I glanced at Cameron out of the corner of my eye and saw his face shift to a worried expression.

“What do you mean ‘did’? Is there something you want to say to me?”

I bit my lip and tried to look nervous. I still enjoyed toying with him now and then.

“I think it’s time for something new.”

Cameron let out a sigh. “Okay, that’s easy enough. Did you want to try gold? Or we could even do something in a rose gold, that would really complement your skin tone. Whatever you want.”

He really wasn’t getting it.

“What about…an upgrade?” I paused for a beat. “To a diamond.”

“Hold on,” he staggered a step backward. “Are you serious? You mean that?”

“I do.”

Cameron swept me into his arms and spun me around, kissing me the whole time.

“I take it you’re happy,” I laughed as he finally set me down on the ground again.

“Lis,” he grinned. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear that. I told you I’d wait until you were ready. I wasn’t going to push. But holy shit it’s been killing me holding back from suggesting we look at rings. It is my job, after all.”

I walked back into his arms and snuggled against him. “Well, now it’s time. Should we set up an appointment with Bernard at the flagship store?”

His laugh rumbled against me. “Oh no, Clara is dying to design something just for you. I think she’s more excited than I am!”

I leaned away and narrowed my eyes at Cameron. “I certainly hope not.”

“Stop,” he chastised me as he kissed me on top of the head. “You have no idea how happy I am about this. For the ring, and saying ‘I do,’ and for the rest of my life with you, my dear.”