Wildest Dreams (The Wilds of Montana #3) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Wilds of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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“It’s such a pleasure to meet you. I am Stephan, and I’ll be with you today.” She smiles at Polly. “What is it that you would like to see?”

“Clothes,” Polly says immediately. “Particularly dresses. I have shows and dinners and maybe a party or two to go to while I’m here, and I’d like to dress mainly in Chanel, if possible.”

“I’m quite sure we can make that happen,” Stephan says with a wink. “You can leave your things in here—it’s secure—and come with me. We’ll pick some items out for you to try on, and I have some things in the back that I think will be beautiful that I’ll pull for you.”

Polly turns to me, all smiles and practically glowing. “She has things in the back.”

I laugh, happy that my girl is having fun, and I hang back, watching as Polly and Stephan discuss clothing and the colors that Polly’s interested in. Before I know it, we’re back in our private room with champagne on hand, and Polly’s in the dressing room, changing.

By the time we leave, she’s bought three dresses, a coat, two bags, and three pairs of shoes. The color is high in her cheeks when we walk out of the boutique; all of her packages were sent ahead to the hotel, where they’ll be waiting for us.

“Okay, that was fun,” she says and takes my hand in hers. “That green dress⁠—”

“Is fucking incredible,” I finish for her. “Now we’re off to Dior.”

“Oh, I think I have plenty⁠—”

I turn to her, right here on the sidewalk, and kiss the hell out of her, and when I pull back from her, I brush my thumb along her lower lip.

“You’ll have everything you want,” I reply, leaving no room for argument. “London said there is a dress there that suits you.”

“It’s a nice dress,” Polly concedes.

“Then it’s yours. Let’s go.”

Watching her shop, interact with the sales associates, try on things, and get excited about the things that make her happy is like crack to me. I’d buy her everything in the store, if that’s what she wanted.

We make our way through the jewelry stores, where she chooses pieces that are tasteful and beautiful on her, and when we finally make our way back into our suite, all of her finds are waiting on the table in the main sitting room.

“Ryan,” she says as she stands before the small mountain of boxes and bags.

“Yes, babe?”

“This was quite possibly the best day of my life.” She turns to me, and I’m stunned to see tears in her eyes.

“Hey, don’t cry.”

She shakes her head as I scoop her into my arms, sit on the couch, and settle her in my lap. I use my thumb to wipe away the tears running down her cheeks.

“Talk to me, babe.”

“I’ve dreamed of shopping like that since I was a teenager,” she says as her chin wobbles with emotion. “And it’s always been just that: a dream. And that’s okay. But today, this whole week, you made it happen for real. I can never pay you back for that.”

“Ah, sweetheart.” I kiss her cheek and then her lips and brush her hair back from her face. “I already told you, you don’t owe me anything. I had a fantastic day, too.”

“I think you actually did,” she says with a watery laugh. “You got excited about stuff and smiled a lot. You never looked bored once.”

“I wasn’t bored. Watching you shop is sexy. And there’s a particular pair of heels from Dior that I’d like you to wear later with nothing else on.”

She raises an eyebrow. “I know the ones you’re thinking of, and I assure you, that can absolutely happen.”

“Good.” I kiss her softly, but she wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me tightly.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, babe. I have a question.”

“I’ll tell you anything.”

“There was a bag at Chanel that you wouldn’t let me buy for you. You paid for it. Why was that so important to you?”

“I’ve saved for that bag for years,” she admits. “I wanted to buy it for myself. I worked hard for it, and it might have come a little earlier than I’d planned or saved for, but I’m in Paris, in Coco’s original store, and they had my dream bag. I had to buy it.”

“I’m glad you did.” I brush her hair off her neck. “I know you’re going to want to show London all of your new things.”

“I will,” she says, but doesn’t make a move to get up. “But this is nice, especially after all the hustle and bustle of today. The quiet, being here in your arms, is exactly where I want to be and what I want to do right now.”

“I can get behind that.” I sigh and kiss the crown of her head.

“Have you talked with Jake?” she asks me.



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