Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
My eyes shot up to look at his. “You said it was a tourist trap.”
He shrugged. “You said it was the number one thing on your bucket list.”
I let out a small, disbelieving laugh and studied his face. He was serious. Did he think I was expecting a trip like that? I wasn’t.
“You don’t have to take me places,” I told him. “I love you. I just want you.”
His pupils dilated, and his gaze darkened. “That’s gonna get you bent over the closest piece of furniture and fucked.”
“That’s not a threat,” I pointed out.
A smile touched his lips. “It’s not meant as one. I’m just not used to a woman who doesn’t take what I give and demand more.”
When he said things like that, it broke my heart. I hated every woman who had taken advantage of him in the past. I’d never allow it again. I wasn’t leaving his side.
“Get used to it. I’m not going to be easy to get rid of.”
He reached up and grabbed my face, cupping it with both hands as he looked down at me. “Please, Fawn. Please let me take you to Paris. For me. I’m a selfish bastard, and I want to see your face the first time you see that damn tower and taste your first Parisian macaron. I want to be the one to walk you through the Louvre and show you the Mona Lisa. I want to take you shopping and dress you in the finest fabrics. Let me have this,” he begged.
My chest felt as if it would explode. My eyes watered, and I took a deep breath. “When you say it like that, it is impossible to tell you no,” I admitted.
His eyes bored into mine. “You’ll go with me then?”
I nodded, unable not to smile at the hopeful, boyish gleam in his eyes. “I need to talk to Gypsi first.”
“She can stay here. Enjoy the pool. Saxon can take her horseback riding. She’ll be safe and entertained. I’ll make sure Trev doesn’t have any of his wild parties. It will give her a chance to see that living here isn’t so bad.”
I knew he thought that was an easy fix, but there was a lot he was going to learn about my daughter. The only thing that I thought might convince her was that it was Paris and she knew how much I had always dreamed of going there.
“I’ll talk to her.”
He beamed at me before his mouth covered mine.
Thirty-Six
Fawn
The Louvre had been amazing. Everything since the moment we had stepped off the plane was like a fairy tale. We had immediately gotten into the limo that was waiting. Inside, there was expensive champagne in a fancy gold bucket with ice and a tiered tray of pastries that looked like tiny pies, elaborate cookies, and tarts.
Today had been just magical.
I sat out on our balcony that had a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. That had been the most exciting thing so far. Garrett’s smug grin as I’d squealed and run out to see it when we arrived was obvious. He should be smug. He’d given me so much more than my dreams could have ever come up with.
He had left me out on the lounger with my favorite macarons. Yes, I already had a favorite. He’d taken me on a tasting tour so I could decide which ones I liked best and from what bakery. The champagne he had poured me sat beside me on the table.
I glanced to look at him inside as he spoke on the phone. He had closed the door so I couldn’t hear him, but the scowl on his face as he spoke and started to pace back and forth concerned me. I began to worry something had happened at home.
I picked up my phone and texted Gypsi to check on her.
Are you okay?
I sent it while chewing on my bottom lip nervously. Maybe I should have told Garrett about Tyde. The specifics so he could be prepared if the punk showed up.
Yes, I’m fine. Going to sit by the pool to read a book.
I let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. It was my imagination working overtime. But I was going to talk to Garrett. He needed to know everything.
I’m so glad you’re doing something relaxing. You never do that anymore. We went to the Louvre today! I’ll send pics.
Then, I sent several of the pics we had taken. A few that Huck—the bodyguard Garrett had brought along—had taken of us together.
The door opened, and Garrett walked outside. His concerned frown hadn’t gone away, and he wasn’t trying to mask it. I sat up straight and waited for him to say something. He walked over and took a chair from the small table for two and turned it to face me before sitting down.