Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“You and I have very different definitions of what constitutes as fun.”
“Okay, I think we have plenty here to get started,” Larissa said before Kyle could respond, and she spun on me with a dazzling smile. “Let’s get you a fitting room.”
“Let’s,” Kyle said behind me, and I didn’t have to turn around to know the bastard was beaming at my discomfort.
I subtly flipped him the bird behind my back as I smiled at Larissa, who turned on one heel and led me toward the back of the boutique.
The dressing rooms were more like the closets of the houses I’d been showing Kyle throughout the week. Each one was brightly lit, with multiple full-length mirrors that let you view every angle of yourself — including ones you never wished to see. There was an elegant chaise lounge, a table with a bottle of champagne on ice and two flutes, and two large leather chairs.
There were also countless accessories everywhere I looked — high heels of every shape, color, and height propped around the room, purses and clutches hanging from hooks, jewelry daintily displayed on well-lit tables with a black velvet backdrop. I was thinking to myself there was no way Larissa would have been able to sneak in here to do all this when a young man frantically swept in with another pair of heels, setting them carefully by a mirror before he smiled at me and darted out again.
I was still looking around the room wide-eyed when Larissa began to take dresses from Kyle’s arms, hanging them one by one around the massive room. I let myself walk to the nearest one she’d placed, a rich brown, floor-length number that felt as bohemian as it did elegant. I ran my fingers over the buttery soft fabric, subtly fishing for a price tag.
There wasn’t one.
Which told me that the kind of people who shopped here didn’t ever need to think twice about the price of something before purchasing.
When Kyle’s arms were empty, he plopped down in one of the oversized leather chairs, crossing an ankle over the opposite knee.
And I didn’t care that he looked like the sports god he was in that moment. I didn’t care that his chestnut hair was perfectly mussed, his eyes taking on a sea-green hue in this light. I especially didn’t care that even in navy blue joggers and a heather gray t-shirt, his jacket slung over the arm of the chair he was in now, he looked as rich as the fabric in my fingers felt.
He was highly mistaken if he thought he was staying in this room while I tried on dresses.
I arched a brow at him that told him as much, and the brat arched one right back at me as Larissa popped the bottle of champagne and poured two glasses — handing one to him and offering me the other.
“I’ll let you two get settled,” she said. “I’ll be right outside, and when you’re ready in the first dress, just pop the door open and I’ll come in to help accessorize. Please let me know if you’d like the temperature adjusted at all, and of course, if you get hungry or would like anything other than champagne, we’re at your disposal.”
I was still glaring at Kyle, subtly shaking my head as he cockily sipped his champagne. I managed a thank you and a smile aimed at Larissa, who really was an absolute angel, before I was folding my arms and leaning my weight on one hip.
“Alright,” Kyle said once Larissa had left us, and when she closed the door behind her, the massive dressing room suddenly felt like a tight closet. He rubbed his hands together. “Which one first?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out at the same time Larissa does,” I said, pointing a finger at the door. “Out.”
“Oh, come on,” he goaded, spreading his hands out wide. One still held on to a half-full glass of champagne. “There’s plenty of space in here.”
“Out, Robbins.”
“I’ll be good, I promise,” he added, clutching the champagne flute under his chin in a prayer motion. “I’ll close my eyes and everything.”
I tapped one foot, folding my arms and giving him one slow blink that I hoped would get my point across.
His smile knocked my next breath loose in a rattle, the way it spread so wide and effortless across his too-stupidly-handsome face. He sighed, standing, and then tilted the flute toward me. “Fine. But it’s your loss. I’m great with zippers. Bra clasps, too.”
He winked, and I rolled my eyes hard enough to make my lids flutter. “Get out before I call this whole thing off.”
His hands went up in surrender at that, and once he was outside the dressing room, I let out a puff of a laugh, shaking my head.