I sigh, as if I am so put upon, but really, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Will my clothes be okay?” I ask, suddenly aware that my biker style might not fly in Paris.
I picture Parisian women as tall and thin and elegant—the exact opposite of me. While my three men have made it clear that they adore my curves and find me extremely sexy, I still get self-conscious at times. I don’t really fit in with the other girls at college either, though a couple of them are now my best friends. They’re all perfectly made up, while I’m sporting tattoos and crazy curls that won’t do what they’re told most of the time.
Of course, Zane signs.
I follow the fluid movements of his hands, taking in the words. I’ve been learning ASL, as well as French, and it’s easy to figure out what Zane is saying once you have the basics, even though his version is slightly bastardized.
He takes out his phone and writes fast, fingers flying across the small keyboard on the screen.
Saint leans over Zane’s shoulder to read the message.
“Merdi.” He rolls his eyes. “Surely, Zane, you will not travel in these things you call clothes. For the plane, at least, wear something a little more upmarket.”
Zane scoffs and signs too fast for me to follow.
“He says why the fuck would he wear something smart for the plane when he just wants to be comfortable,” Lex translates for me.
“Because it is first class.” Saint rolls his eyes again. They’re going to vanish in his head, if he’s not careful. “It doesn’t have to be smart, but it should be luxurious. Anyway, I’ve got us covered for the flight.”
Oh, Lord, what does he mean? I can imagine us all wearing matching smoking robes or something similar, but he pulls a photograph up on his phone.
“I ordered these for us all, in varying colors.”
I peer closer to see he’s ordered cashmere sets. Cashmere pants for the men—sweatpant style but really bougee, because to me one hundred percent cashmere is definitely bougee. The pants come with matching sweaters. For me, there’s a pair of flared pants, and a tighter sweater top.
Mine is a gorgeous berry shade, Zane’s is gray, Lex’s is navy blue, and Saint has a dark chocolate set.
Zane signs, and this time I follow.
We will look ridiculous.
Saint sighs. “No, we will not. I got different colors and styles. And cashmere is so comfortable and warm. They crank the air up in first class. It can get too chilly. Plus, this way, you can look casual, as is your style, but expensive.”
I don’t want to look expensive,Zane signs angrily.I don’t give a fuck.
“How much did you spend?” I ask, trying to defuse a brewing fight.
“In total?” Saint thinks for a minute. “Excluding the cost of the flights and the rental, because you don’t get to know that as it’s a gift, for the little extras? Only a few thousand.”
I stare at him in disbelief.
What the hell did you spend thousands on?Zane signs.
“The cashmere, obviously.” Saint shakes his head as if in disbelief. I know he’s being purposefully annoying now to irritate Zane. “Plus other things, like toiletries. I’ve got us a bag of nice little things for on the flight.”
“They already do that.” Lex frowns. “You get those bags from them on boarding.”
You do? I have no idea what to expect. I’ve never traveled internationally before, never mind first class. That’s kind of cool.
“Yes, but not as well as I have done it.” Saint shrugs. “I also bought you some jewelry to wear in Paris.” He turns to me with a relaxed smile, as if it’s nothing. “And I got Zane a decent tie, because his are unspeakable.”
Zane clenches his jaw, and I realize he’s about to punch Saint. I’m over the moon that they’ve done this for me, and I bring the conversation back around to that.
“I can’t thank you enough. It’s amazing that you’ve planned all this without me knowing.”
