He isn’t joking. He’s hard.
Unbelievable.
“You seem to have a minor problem,” I say.
“There’s nothing minor about my cock and we both know it.”
We laugh.
“All kidding aside, I look the part?” I worry the inside of my cheek. “I’d hate to stand out for the wrong reason.”
“You nailed it, Michaela.”
“You’re not just saying that?”
He closes the gap between us. “I mean it, kitten.” He rubs up and down my bare arms. “You’re going to steal the show tonight.”
“I feel quite pretty.”
“Fuck, pretty. You’re breathtaking.” His eyes drop to my feet. “The crystals on the shoes complement the diamond chandelier earrings and bracelet I gave you as wedding gifts.”
I bring my hands up to my earrings.
Another onceover. “You look like a queen.Myqueen.”
“Thank you for the compliment. It means a lot.”
Tonight, marks our first official outing as husband and wife, and I’m a jittery mess. We’re not talking about a casual dinner party among friends. We’re heading to the opening gala for the Hospitality Experience Excellence AWARDS.
No pressure.
“You’re going to make me the envy of every man tonight,” he says. “Something tells me I might have to beat a few of the men back with a stick if they stare too long at my beautiful wife.”
The tinge of possessiveness makes me giddy.
After a long eleven-hour flight, we arrived at our suite at one o’clock in the afternoon, Paris time. Phoenix had to attend to business. I took a power nap. Then, I spent two hours atthe hotel’s spa and salon for hair and makeup. Once the stylists worked their magic, I was ushered to the hotel’s boutique to select a pretty dress. After trying on six stunning selections, I picked this showstopper. I didn’t want a long gown, so I went with a form fitting deep purple strapless dress that hits me above the knee in a shimmery satin fabric. I paired it with Giuseppe Zanotti black strappy heels.
Given Phoenix’s reaction, I’m proud of myself for going with my gut.
“If we’re exchanging compliments, you look dashing.” I run a hand along his torso as I drool all over my husband. My gaze trails down his long, muscular body before meeting his blue eyes. “You wear a suit like it’s nobody’s business.”
“Thank you.” He winks.
Phoenix is clad in a trademark bespoke suit, a shirt and shoes. Tonight, he opted for head-to-toe black. No tie. He looks fierce. Seriously, this unbelievably handsome man could easily double as a model. To say this level of hotness is distracting isn’t an understatement. Not one bit.
“There’s one thing missing on your outfit,” Phoenix says.
I frown and I lower my head for one more inspection. “There is?”
“Hold tight.” Phoenix rushes to the bedroom.
“What are you doing?”
“Wait there. I’ll be right out.”
“Okay.”
He’s back, holding a square red box with an iconic luxury brand scripted across the lid––Cartier.
