many. My last serious boyfriend had been at high school, and we’d both been inexperienced at that age. Did explosive sex even exist?
As much as I hated it, I fell asleep wondering what Alex would be like as a lover. He’d had so many partners; he was bound to be amazing. At twenty-nine, surely I should have experienced something on that level. I was still adamant that it wouldn’t be with him, but maybe Liv was right and I really did need to find a male distraction. It was the only way to get over David properly. Alex held so many parties at his mansion; I was bound to meet someone sooner or later. It was a shame I didn’t do parties that often, though.
“Come on, get your bag,” Alex called, rushing into my office a few days later.
“Why? I’m just waiting for a call to confirm our flights for Thursday.”
“They can leave a message. Come on!” He practically tipped me out of my chair. Talk about impatient.
“Where are we going?” I called after him, annoyed.
“Clothes shopping.” Picking up his designer sunglasses and putting them on, he turned toward me. Damn, the man looked sexy! Shopping with him was going to be impossible. He was only wearing a pair of casual black shorts and tight white T-shirt, but the way it clung to his chest…it made my mouth water. “Surely you enjoy a bit of retail therapy?”
“Where’s Diego? I thought he did this kind of stuff with you.”
“He’s out, and I did this kind of stuff with Milly, too.” Oh, I was reading into this too much. Just go shopping, White! It might even be fun.
“Have you ever been shopping in Beverly Hills before?” Alex asked once we were in the SUV. Shane was driving, and kept looking back at us in the rear view mirror.
“Nope, but I’ve seen Pretty Woman.”
“That was filmed twenty years ago!” Even Shane chuckled to himself at my expense. “But we are going down Rodeo Drive. I need a new suit.”
“I’ve never bought a suit with a man before.”
“That’s what the sale assistants are for. I’ll just need your opinion whether if I look good or not.” Was he serious? He’d look good in a paper bag! “Can you do that? I know that means you’d have to give me a compliment if it’s warranted.”
“I’ll do it just this once, but don’t think for one second that I’m going to make a habit of it.”
Alex laughed, and this time it reached his eyes. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m getting to know you pretty well. One compliment a year is still an improvement, though.”
Shane pulled the SUV up to the curb outside of Dior. As I stepped onto the sidewalk, I felt a little uncomfortable gazing down the block at the shops along the strip—Gucci, Armani, Cartier, Prada, and Valentino. Because I was in my usual attire of shorts and a T-shirt, I felt a little under dressed to be going into these shops.
“What’s wrong?” Alex asked, meeting me on the sidewalk.
“Do you remember that scene in Pretty Woman when the shop assistants don’t serve her because of the way she’s dressed?”
“You think you look like a prostitute?” It was impossible to keep a straight face around this man!
“No, I feel underdressed.” Laughing and slapping his chest, I looked toward Shane, who was locking the car.
“You look lovely, Nat,” Shane smiled. “You have nothing to worry about.” I don’t know why, but I blushed at his comment as I looked over at him.
Alex was already walking into Dior when I looked back. Shane gestured for me to go before him.
The shop assistants all fell over themselves once they noticed Alex. There was a lot of high pitch squealing and clapping.
“We might as well take a seat. This usually takes a while,” Shane whispered in my ear. We both took a seat on a comfortable, red velvet couch near the changing rooms.
“How many times have you done this?”
“I’ve lost count. It’s more fun coming with you, though. Diego can be unbearable to shop with. Plus, I get left to carry all the
As much as I hated it, I fell asleep wondering what Alex would be like as a lover. He’d had so many partners; he was bound to be amazing. At twenty-nine, surely I should have experienced something on that level. I was still adamant that it wouldn’t be with him, but maybe Liv was right and I really did need to find a male distraction. It was the only way to get over David properly. Alex held so many parties at his mansion; I was bound to meet someone sooner or later. It was a shame I didn’t do parties that often, though.
“Come on, get your bag,” Alex called, rushing into my office a few days later.
“Why? I’m just waiting for a call to confirm our flights for Thursday.”
“They can leave a message. Come on!” He practically tipped me out of my chair. Talk about impatient.
“Where are we going?” I called after him, annoyed.
“Clothes shopping.” Picking up his designer sunglasses and putting them on, he turned toward me. Damn, the man looked sexy! Shopping with him was going to be impossible. He was only wearing a pair of casual black shorts and tight white T-shirt, but the way it clung to his chest…it made my mouth water. “Surely you enjoy a bit of retail therapy?”
“Where’s Diego? I thought he did this kind of stuff with you.”
“He’s out, and I did this kind of stuff with Milly, too.” Oh, I was reading into this too much. Just go shopping, White! It might even be fun.
“Have you ever been shopping in Beverly Hills before?” Alex asked once we were in the SUV. Shane was driving, and kept looking back at us in the rear view mirror.
“Nope, but I’ve seen Pretty Woman.”
“That was filmed twenty years ago!” Even Shane chuckled to himself at my expense. “But we are going down Rodeo Drive. I need a new suit.”
“I’ve never bought a suit with a man before.”
“That’s what the sale assistants are for. I’ll just need your opinion whether if I look good or not.” Was he serious? He’d look good in a paper bag! “Can you do that? I know that means you’d have to give me a compliment if it’s warranted.”
“I’ll do it just this once, but don’t think for one second that I’m going to make a habit of it.”
Alex laughed, and this time it reached his eyes. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m getting to know you pretty well. One compliment a year is still an improvement, though.”
Shane pulled the SUV up to the curb outside of Dior. As I stepped onto the sidewalk, I felt a little uncomfortable gazing down the block at the shops along the strip—Gucci, Armani, Cartier, Prada, and Valentino. Because I was in my usual attire of shorts and a T-shirt, I felt a little under dressed to be going into these shops.
“What’s wrong?” Alex asked, meeting me on the sidewalk.
“Do you remember that scene in Pretty Woman when the shop assistants don’t serve her because of the way she’s dressed?”
“You think you look like a prostitute?” It was impossible to keep a straight face around this man!
“No, I feel underdressed.” Laughing and slapping his chest, I looked toward Shane, who was locking the car.
“You look lovely, Nat,” Shane smiled. “You have nothing to worry about.” I don’t know why, but I blushed at his comment as I looked over at him.
Alex was already walking into Dior when I looked back. Shane gestured for me to go before him.
The shop assistants all fell over themselves once they noticed Alex. There was a lot of high pitch squealing and clapping.
“We might as well take a seat. This usually takes a while,” Shane whispered in my ear. We both took a seat on a comfortable, red velvet couch near the changing rooms.
“How many times have you done this?”
“I’ve lost count. It’s more fun coming with you, though. Diego can be unbearable to shop with. Plus, I get left to carry all the
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