I protest at first, but Harry says he needs to know I am safe and know we have privacy.
He refuses to let me pay for myself, and again, I am relieved. He then tells me it’s for my acting fee for tonight and that I better be good.
I give him another look, and his eyes darken. Darken like they did in the changing room, when I teased him. Teased him with my body.
As we enter the hotel property, Harry tells me it’s old Hollywood, classy, and private. Also, that he always stays here.
I have no issues with the choice; it’s truly spectacular.
I drove by it once, years back, and I wondered how stunning it would be. Now, I will find out.
We check in and find our large suites are next to each other. Thank God there is no linking door. Well, no door I can unlock.
After showering and dressing in the classy suite, I work hard on my hair and face. I run with smokey eyes, and I give my hair body.
Finally, I feel like a million dollars and I feel electric, as if for once, my life is finding flow.
Weirdly, and on time, I leave my room.
As I walk out my door, and it closes, I gasp. Harry is leaning against the wall, wearing a black suit and bow tie.
His eyes are devilish, and he looks just like an old movie star. He ismagnificent.
“Well, would you look at you?” he says before whistling in a classy manner.
I lift my chin and strut down the hall, unable to stop grinning at him. “Why, thank you, Sir.”
Harry smells amazing and he looks impeccable.
He puts his arm out, and we glide down the hall for the elevator. The shoes that we stopped for were worth it, and they match the black gown perfectly.
They are also comfortable, and considering their design, I am amazed.
Being surrounded by the many elevator mirrors gives me a chance to checkusout.
“Not too bad,” I say.
“Indeed, and thanks again,” my date for the evening says huskily.
“The night is not over yet,” I say, patting his firm chest. “You, Sir, may hate me by the end of it.”
Harry shakes his head theatrically. “And just when I thought all was okay.”
I laugh playfully. “You cannot fool me, Sir. You like a bit of danger in your life.”
“I dislike surprises, my dear. And I dislike them terribly.”
“Maybe,” I say, spinning, “But I. Am. Special.”
“You. Are. Mischief.”
Harry watches me, and then he reaches into his pocket. “I almost forgot.” He slowly lifts out a spectacular, thick, and heavy diamond necklace.
It looks like its settings are pure gold, and the diamonds are large. The piece is unbelievable. There are also three strange golden or yellow diamonds embedded in the front.
It’s either real and worth a small country, or it is the most over-the-top fake I’ve ever seen.
“Harry.”
