“This is why I took over at Tourdin, ya know.” He palmed my naked breasts with his large hands before slipping the robe off my shoulders. “You’re the sort who never buys anythin’ for herself. And I’m the sort that won’t let that stand.”
With that, he unclipped the lacy underwear from the hanger and held it out at my thigh line. “Step in.”
I stepped in, putting a hand on his shoulder to maintain my balance as I did. “Seriously, I don’t need you to help me get dressed. I was just saying…”
I cut off when he let his hand skim over the V shape between my legs, an errant finger dipping into my tunnel.
“I know what you were ‘just sayin’,’” he said, sliding his finger in and out of me on each word.
I let out a little moan, but instead of finishing, he removed his hand from my sex and pulled the delicate pair of briefs up and over my butt.
Then he turned me around toward the room’s mirror so he could put on the matching bustier.
As he connected the hooks, I could feel his erection through the towel, heavy against my back. But after he was finished, he merely turned away from me, took the dress off its hanger, and unzipped the back.
“Step in,” he said again.
I did as I was told, but I was disappointed when he simply pulled the cocktail dress up my body without any further intimate touches.
Still, the dress fit like a hug. I stood in front of the mirror, mesmerized by my image after I pulled my twist into a high bun, elegant enough to match the beyond gorgeous dress.
“Close your eyes,” Mick said after I was done with my hair.
I did, and I heard him walk away and open a nearby drawer. He quickly came back and clasped something around my neck.
“Now open ’em again.”
This time my gasp was audible. A waterfall of multicolored jewels now adorned my neck, falling all the way to my cleavage.
It was less a necklace and more of a statement piece. Colored glass meant to dazzle. There was no way the green jewels could be emeralds, the blue jewels sapphire, and so on. But even as a well-designed piece of costume jewelry, the necklace was no less stunning than it would have been if it was the real thing. I could only gape at my image in the mirror.
My speechless reaction seemed to please Mick as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Got it from the shop downstairs. Don’t ask me how much it cost. This is our last night together. Let me give this to you.”
Maybe it was because I had never in my life seen a necklace so beautiful or because he was right—it was our last night together, and I didn’t want to spend it arguing about his questionable spending on me.
For whatever reason, I put my payroll administrator brain aside and said a simple “Thank you.”
He turned me around in his arms, but before he could kiss me, I stiffened.
“What?” he asked.
“This dress is so nice, but…” I grimaced. “There’s no way I’m going to get away with wearing my fabric flats with it.”
It seemed that everything was easily acquired in Paris.
François delivered a pair of golden heels in my size to the suite just a few minutes later.
A pair of heels with red bottoms!
“One last night,” Mick reminded me with a warning look when he caught me checking the label.
So, I didn’t argue, but I did vow to myself that I’d look up how much they cost, then go downstairs early tomorrow morning and discreetly pay for the shoes, the necklace, and anything else Mick had tacked onto his Tourmaline room bill before I picked up breakfast for us.
It was the least I could do, considering how generous he’d been about sharing his prize winnings with me.
Still, after he put on a tuxedo that I could only hope he’d rented, I had to wonder just where he was taking me.
“This restaurant you made reservations at--it’s so fancy you have to wear a tuxedo?” I asked him in the elevator as we made our way down to the car.
