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I curl my hands around the back of his neck because I can’t seem to keep my hands off him, tugging him a little closer. “I think I’d like that a lot.” I whisper, grinning back. “I just have a few finishing touches to put to this and I’m all yours.”
Kissing the end of my nose, he pulls away nodding. “Okay, I’ll make us a reservation. Don’t be long.” Raising an eyebrow at his little command, my head cocks to the side at him before going back to my creation. From the corner of my eye, I see him stop and turn back. “Oh, and Em,” I give him my attention again. “You’re all mine anyway, remember.”
With a wink he leaves the room and me shaking my head at his retort. I add a touch here and there, smiling happily at the finished product.
* * *
After freshening up,I find a black bodycon dress in my wardrobe, one that clings to everything then straighten my hair. Add some light makeup and put some jewellery on. I make sure to put my diamond necklace on. I haven’t had it on since the day I came back, when Troy placed it around my neck. Reaching around I try to move my hair out of the way and fasten the clasp at the same time, but I keep getting it caught in the strands of my hair. I add a simple sparkly tennis bracelet to my wrist and I’m ready. I pick up my necklace and drape it over my hand then my phone in my other hand. My clutch is downstairs so I can get that when we’re leaving. I step into my stilettos and quickly snap a picture of myself as I pass the full-length cheval mirror that stands in the corner and send it to Kellie, followed by a message then leave the bedroom. Troy got ready while I was finishing off my painting, so I have the bedroom to myself.
Me:Troy’s taking me to a restaurant, do I look ok?
Holdingmy phone in my hand I walk the hallway and as I get to the top of the staircase my phone pings.
Kellie:Bitch, you look fucking hot. Enjoy, you lucky girl.
I don’t answer her,instead I switch my phone to the home screen and concentrate on the carpeted stairs in my five-inch heels. As I hit the bottom step and look down the hallway, I see Troy leaning against the wall in a dark blue suit, his ankles crossed and his hands in his pockets waiting patiently for me. He looks fucking hot, never mind me. I see him in a suit all the time only this time it’s different. This time he’s dressed for me. He smiles as he turns his head to me, pushes from the wall and comes over, fire smouldering away in his eyes for me. A shaky sigh leaves my lips and I hold out my hand with the necklace in. “Can you put this on for me please, I keep getting my hair tangled in it.”
He looks happy as he takes it from me. “Of course, turn around.”
I move my hair from out of my neck as he brings it around the front placing it on my chest before fastening the clasp, as it falls to where it should be I release my hair. Softly, his fingers move it aside and again I feel his lips on the slope of my neck, sending a shiver down my back. “It’s stunning. Just like you.” He turns me around, eating me up with his gaze. A flush covers my body and I know we have to get out of here.
“Shall we go?” He smiles knowingly and nods, offering me his arm and leads me out to his car.
“Your carriage awaits, my angel.”
Troy being the perfect gentleman, opens the door of his Aston Martin for me and smiles at me as I slip inside, and we are soon on our way to who knows where.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
EMILY
We pull up in front of a classy restaurant in the city. How do you know a restaurant is upper class? Valet parking. Troy tosses his keys to the guy waiting at the side of the car and comes around to hold my door open. “Be careful with it.” He orders the kid from over the top of the car.
“Of course, sir.” The poor guy. He nods and waits for me to get out before nodding again at us both, a nervous smile plays on his mouth before jumping into the driver’s seat.
Troy watches his beloved car drive away and I shake my head at the man at my side. I look up at him. “Snob.” I chuckle.
“Snob?” My arm hooks through his and I pull him in the direction of the front entrance of Maxwell’s. A swanky restaurant with a maître d’, where if my information serves me correctly from the powerhouse that is Google, only serves the best seafood in London. He unloops my arm from his and joins our fingers instead. It’s a move that makes me fall for him that little bit more. It’s not possessive, or even formal, it’s nice. “Did you actually just call me a snob?”not able to stop the smirk that forms on his face.
“Yes, I did. The poor guy went pale when you said that… it’s a car.” A deep-seated crease develops in his forehead and his eyebrows meet in the middle as he holds his hand up, stalling us from going any further.
“It’s just a car?” He repeats. This is getting so boring now.
“Are you going to repeat everything I say?” My lips press together to stop me from laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
“It’s a car? Pfft. We’re not talking thirty thousand here, Em, in fact you can add a fucking nought on the end of that.” His hand flies to his chest like I’ve stabbed in the heart. “That’s my prized possession.”
“Seriously?” I sigh, yet again shaking my head at him.
“Well, after you of course.” He adds and before he can even correct himself, I’m releasing his hand and staggering back, my hands falling to my hips, and my amused gaze soon turning to a glare.
“Excuse me,” I cut him off. “I am not your possession.” My voice rises to a higher pitch and my eyes widen at his stupid comment.
“Em, I didn’t mean that.” His face is a picture as he tries to find the right words to use.
“I’m waiting.” I push him.
He cups my jaw in his hand, tipping it back slightly bringing his forehead to rest on mine. “Emily Lancaster, you are not my possession and I do love you a little more than my car.” His lips press to mine but rather than kiss him back I keep them closed. “I’m sorry.” He whispers My shoulder lifts in a shrug like he isn’t affecting me at all, that is until his mouth presses a little firmer, “I love you.” Every time I look into his eyes, I feel like I’ve been left on a desert island, and I need rescuing.
