Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
“Oh my god,” Aubrey says as soon as she sees me. “I’m going to spend so much money here.”
I laugh at her mix of horror and delight in realizing it. “Have you been here before?”
I should have been able to tell by the look of wide-eyed wonder on her face—I’m sure I have a matching one on mine—but she shakes her head. “No, this is our first time. It’s so beautiful. I’m obsessed with the architecture in this city.”
“Right? It’s so pretty,” I agree. “Even the stores we have back home feel so French here.”
“I love it,” she says on a sigh, then she points down the road. “Do you want to head that way? I want to see the Arc de Triomphe.”
“Me too, but I don’t want to drive around the circles of hell that seem to surround it. That seems scary.”
Dare wraps his arm around Aubrey’s waist as we fall into step beside each other on the sidewalk. “There’s a café on the corner with tables outside you can view it from,” he tells us. “We could stop there so you can get your pictures.”
“I wouldn’t say no to a coffee,” I say, glancing over at Killian.
He slides his arm around my waist. “We can head that way. We need to stop somewhere and get you a coat first, though.”
“I want to go to Chanel,” Aubrey states.
I’m excited to window shop, but the shops on this street are too high-end to casually buy a coat from, so I shake my head. “I’m fine in my sweater, honestly. Who cares if it’s a little chilly? We’re in Paris.”
We head that way so we can get our typical tourist pictures in front of the arch and have some coffee, but Aubrey is hungry, so they decide to order lunch, too. We order something to snack on while we’re there, and she eats quickly so we can get back to shopping.
She does, in fact, spend a lot of money. I’m tempted to, but I don’t have any, which makes it a little easier to agree about things being pretty but continue on my way empty-handed.
When we get back to shopping after seeing the Arc de Triomphe, Killian tells me to pick out a coat so I don’t freeze to death tonight when it cools down even more. When I continue to refuse, he says, “Fine, I’ll pick one myself.”
But he picks more than a coat. He grabs dresses for me to try on, too, then he sends me to the dressing room to model them for him.
I don’t hate it, honestly.
It feels good to come out in the pretty dresses he picked for me, to turn and spin like I did on the faux-runway last night, but for a much-preferred audience of one.
He enjoys watching me, too. I can see it in his eyes.
“I like that one,” he decides when I’m trying on the third dress, a white fitted gown that clings and drapes in all the right places.
“So do I,” I say with a smile, looking at it in the mirror. “I do not like the price tag, though, and it’s a bit fancy.”
“You need a dress for tonight. We’ll get that one.”
I spin back around. “I already have a dress. I need a different dress?”
He nods. “A fancier one.”
“I’m intrigued,” I say, playfully narrowing my gaze at him.
He smirks. “You’ll see soon enough. Now, go get changed so we can get out of here.”
I hurry back into the dressing room to change into the dress I came in, but I’m only in there for a few seconds before there’s a knock at the door.
“It’s me,” Killian says.
I open the door just a tad and peek out suspiciously. “Can I help you?”
“Let me see that black dress again, the lace one you liked.”
I grab the dress and hand it to him.
He rips the tag off, then hands the dress back. “I’m buying this one, too. Put that on so we don’t have to go back to the hotel before our next stop.”
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I’m feeling spoiled as hell when we finally leave Dare and Aubrey and head off to do our own thing for the rest of the day.
Killian bought me two new dresses, a new pair of heels, a new coat, and a Chanel bag because he saw me eyeing one when Aubrey was picking out hers, and he didn’t want me to leave empty-handed when she was getting a new bag.
I guess having a double shopping date worked out for me.
I feel like I’m living someone else’s life when we get in the car and head back toward our hotel. When the driver takes the same turns and the hotel comes into view, I look over at Killian.
“I thought you said we weren’t going back to the hotel.”
“We’re not,” he says, watching out the window.