Livia
We had walked around New York from sun up to sun down, and my feet were tired, but I was still excited to be going out for Killian’s mystery date soon. He had been gone for an hour, and I had taken to the reading lounge of the hotel and cracked open a good old paper book.
The smile on my face had been there since I woke up this morning and remembered last night’s moments with Killian. He was sweet, passionate, and undeniably making love to me. He didn’t say anything about my admission to him last night, and I wasn’t expecting one in return, but his actions did talk. He had feelings for me, for sure. Maybe not falling in love like I was, but he did care for me beyond sex and just being his woman.
“Hey, figured you’d be here.” Killian walked up to me, holding two garment bags. What was he up to?
I was about to ask that same question when he shook his head.
“Nope. No twenty-one questions tonight. Let’s just go upstairs, get dressed in these, and head out.” He nodded towards the elevators. Surprises. I wasn’t a true fan of them before, but now it appeared I was becoming okay with them, because I nodded and returned the book to the shelf.
Ten minutes later, I was putting on some fresh makeup and spritzing myself with my favorite glitter spray from my old shop. I hadn’t decided what to do with my hair, so I figured I’d wait until I saw the outfit he had for me.
“Hand me the bag, please,” I called out from the crack in the door. He did, and I hung it behind the door and gripped the zipper.
As I unveiled the beautiful dress before me, I was stunned in silence. It was a subtle gold, long sleeve, tea-length dress. Sheer material came up high to where my collarbone would be, and went down to where the main part of the dress was tightly fitted, and flared from the ribbon around the waist to the end. I had to get it on, stat!
The clothes I had on were gone in an instant, then gently I shimmied myself into the dress from the feet up.
It fit like a glove. And it was completely backless, too! Oh dear, that was a surprise for sure. My eyes found myself in the mirror and I was stunned. It was like I was transported back into the glamorous fifties in New York City. I’d never felt so beautiful in a dress before, not even when I tried on the wedding dresses that Lane picked out for me. Maybe that was it. Lane didn’t know me; Killian knew my very soul. He knew this dress was the one for me right now.
Overcome with emotions, I threw open the door and launched myself straight at Killian, who was suited up and sitting on the bed.
His eyes were wide as I tackled him to the bed.
“You are amazing, Killian Lemarque,” I said, with kisses to his face in between each word. His hands went to my bare back and ran his fingers up and down my spine.
“Like the dress?” he murmured with a grin on his face.
“Love the dress.” I kissed his face a few more times, but I pulled back to just look at him.
“There are shoes over there, too.” He pointed towards the end of the bed to a little box that held sparkling nude shoes. This man. He was just too much.
I had no more words for him. If I said anything else, I might blurt out that I loved him, and he didn’t want to hear that right now.
“Finish getting ready. We have to leave soon.”
“Yeah, I’m almost done. I’m so excited.” I hopped off him, but took a second to admire Killian in something other than casual wear. He had a buttoned-up gray shirt with the sleeves rolled back to the elbows, showing off those tattoos of his, and nice black trousers. His hair was the same mishap that it always was, and I loved it that way.
“Get ready, babe,” he growled, not in a menacing way, but in an I’m-going-to-fuck-you-if-you-don’t-get-a-move-on type of growl. I turned on my heels and went back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
I slipped on a long jacket after putting on my heels, and we were ready to go.
He made me close my eyes as we neared the destination of his mystery date, and then helped me out of the cab so I wouldn’t slip on any snow. Heels weren’t exact winter in New York fashion, but I’m sure I wasn’t the only one braving it in the name of beauty.
“Okay, open your eyes,” he whispered against my ear.
When my eyes adjusted to the bright lights in front of me, I realized where we were.
“We’re going to see a Broadway show?” I was in complete awe.
“Yeah, sunshine.” He led me towards the ticket kiosk.
“Hi there! How can I help you?” a young, African American man in uniform asked, and I can admit I was in love with his bright yellow glasses. I told him so, which he simply thanked me and then looked at Killian with a question on his face.
“Two tickets under Lemarque.”
“Ah, yes, you must have friends in high places. This show has been sold out for a month. Here you go. You two enjoy the show.” I looked at him in confusion, and then it hit me.
