It could be my perverted mind, but I’m certain I heard a double entendre in his words.
“The experience at the Pompadour spa was unparalleled.” I veer the conversation to mask my nervousness. “The stylists who did my hair and makeup worked their magic.”
“They had a great canvas to begin with.”
Oh wow.
“Thank you again for everything,” I say.
An afternoon at the spa and shopping at a high-end shop won’t make up for my predicament, but it was a welcome treat. For a few hours, I was able to forget everything.
“It’s my pleasure. Consider it one of many shopping sprees to come.”
I frown. “It’s not necessary.”
“You’re not going to win this argument, Michaela. I’m fully aware of what you bought today. You only purchased a few pieces. That’s not a wardrobe.”
It was way more than a few pieces, but he’s right, it’s not a wardrobe. I was overwhelmed, and that says a lot, considering I’m well versed in the art of power shopping. But today was such a sobering experience. Back in New York, I had a walk-in closet stuffed with designer clothes that’s now all turned to ashes. It’s only when you lose everything, you realize how much you had.
“You’re impossible.”
“Get used to it,” he says.
Another reminder things are about to change between us.
A man approaches us. “Mr. König, are you ready for your table?”
Phoenix glances down at me. “Hungry?”
“I’m famished,” I say.
“Shall we?” He extends an arm.
I glide a hand over his forearm. To my surprise, Phoenix drops his other hand over mine.
My gaze snaps to his.
He cocks a challenging eyebrow.
“Yes,” I say.
He rewards me with a smile that could light up Las Vegas. And Paris. And New York.
God, the König charm is potent…
“If you’ll follow me,” the man, I assume is the maître d’, says.
As we trail behind him, it’s impossible to ignore the curious looks––and murmurs––as people turn and stare as we venture further into the restaurant.
“You’re drawing attention, kitten.”
“Uh… no. These women are drooling all overyou.”
“You’re blind to your beauty, Michaela.”
I love hearing my name on his lips?
“Women are looking at you with envy, and men are looking at you, wishing you were hanging from their arm instead of mine. Tough luck.”
