“Notre Dame!” she squeals, grabbing my hand.
* * *
“Nina, wake up.”
“No,” she groans, her nose twitching.
I grin, pulling the covers from her body. “I’m taking you out tonight. Up!”
“Maaaseee.” She reaches for me—or maybe the covers. “Please, I’ve had the most incredible time. Let’s order in; I’m so tired.”
“It’s already planned, table is booked and it’s a big fucking favour. You want to get up, baby.”
Her eyes pinch in at the sides as she glares up at me. “How long do I have to get ready?”
“An hour.”
She smirks, then rolls out of bed completely naked, disappearing into the en suite.
I drop to the bed, smug, knowing I will be getting laid tonight.
19
Nina
Mason is nowhereto be found when I come out of the en suite, but a note lies on the bed along with four bags. I bypass them and head straight for the minibar, pouring myself a glass of wine.
I pull open the terrace doors and look down on the bustling street below, trying to decipher the emotions that seem to be bubbling to the surface.
This trip has been perfect, and I know I will remember it for the rest of my life. It’s only made my feelings for Mason that much clearer. But the money thing, I worry it won’t ever stop being a problem for me, and with that comes doubt.
I will give him this weekend because saying no will be futile, but once we are home, he has to understand that I will pay for my own stuff. I probably sound like a broken record to him, and I want to want these things, but I can’t allow him to buy me. It goes against everything I stand for as a person.
Taking in a deep breath I return to the suite, heading for the bedroom.
I read the note.
Don’t stress it, Pix. Breakfast is on you
Meet me in the bar
Mase
Damn him and his perfect self.
* * *
My eyes blink slowlyover and over as I take in the gown that adorns my body. Its fitted bodice is covered in black beads and scattered diamonds. Diamonds! They sparkle against the glowing light of the bathroom suite. The deep v neckline dips low, complementing my full breasts. The skirt is flowy with a high slit up each leg. It’s comfortable and sexy and exactly what I would choose for myself.
I can’t believe he got it so right.
I roll my lips, grasping the cool marble counter as I try to contain my smile.
What is this man doing to me?
Once I have my hair dried and curled the best I can, I open the last remaining bag. So far, I’ve had extremely naughty underwear, the gown and my beautiful strappy shoes.
I’m hesitant as I pull off the ribbon, sliding out the rectangular box—I already know its jewellery, but I worry it will be ostentatious and over the top.
