She stood frozen before his gorgeous appearance. Black dress shirt rolled at the elbows and matching slacks.
He sweetly kissed her mouth. “Have you been well,amoremio?”
“I saw you earlier,” she chuckled.
“While I did see you only a few hours ago, it feels like it’s been weeks in my opinion.”
He was being cheesy again.
Emily looked at Nicolas whose eyes sparkled impishly as they soaked in every little detail of her. She grew uncomfortable and was about to tell him to knock it off but then he spoke. “You’re looking way too desirable right now, Em.”
“Now you’re just exaggerating!” She laughed. “I’mwearing jeans and a white tee because David told me not to worry about looking fancy.”
“Still,” he insisted. “And I have a team on standby to have you get dolled up when we arrive.”
She shook her at his sweetness then turned to the helicopter. “I’m still confused aboutwhyI have to get dolled up.”
Nicolas brushed his lips against her ear, knowing how sensitive she was there before whispering, “Today’s ourofficialhoneymoon, baby.”
“What?!”
“Close your mouth, darling. You’ll catch flies.”
She snapped it shut immediately.
Nicolas pinched her rosy cheeks. “I’ll explain everything once we’re abroad.” He turned to his assistant. “David, please allow Cameron and the staff to help you load the rest of Emily’s luggage.”
“Evenhe’shere?” She looked for that intimidating bodyguard of hers.
“Yes, he’ll be needed. Now let’s go. We’re going to be behind schedule if we wait any longer.” He slipped his hand into hers, leading her up the stairs.
Not too long after, they found themselves in their seats. David and Cameron were at a short distance away from them.
Emily turned to Nicolas. “Where exactly are you taking me?”
“I told you, on our honeymoon.”
“I know but where exactly is that?”
He prompted her forward with a motion of his finger. She leaned in.
His eyes flickered down to her lips. “Nowhere but the City of Love.”
Her pupils stilled. “You mean…”
“Oui,Paris.”
The black SUVthat picked them up at the Charles de Galle Airport drove slowly. The Parisian streets glimmered. Art, music, and love were everywhere.
Emily always felt inexplicably liberated here.
As promised, Nicolas had a glam squad waiting for her. She’d been taken to a salon and had her hair and makeup done.
She now sat in a tulle evening dress, mauve in color. It was complemented by diamond stud earrings, a Tiffany cluster bracelet, and elegant curls which framed her face into a classic lob look.
Nicolas couldn’t stop gushing about how stunning she was.
“I don’t think I can explain what I’m feeling right now,” she aired, feeling buzzed.
