AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You think I don’t want to be with you?” I blink a tear away because he is breaking my heart here. “Don’t you want this any more?”
“Of course I do. I love you, sweetheart. More than anything in the world, and that’s why I would never stand in the way of your happiness. I want you to at least think about it.”
“There’s nothing to think about, Shane!” I snap at him but then Aoife and Em are walking over to us and the conversation is over, at least for now.
Chapter 12
Jessie
We spent an incredible evening with Em and Aoife yesterday. They are both so lovely and kind. Em told me so many stories of Shane and Conor when they were young that my sides hurt from laughing so much. She never really got to know the twins after their mom died; Patrick kept her away from his boys and I could see how sad that made her. But I have made them both promise that they will visit us in New York once Aoife’s baby is born.
Aoife is marrying her fiancé, Noel, in a few weeks’ time and I realized after we got back to the hotel last night that he was the guy who Shane had me look into all those months ago when I first met him. I love that even halfway across the world, he was still looking out for his family.
Shane has gone out to do more business today and I have been alone in the hotel suite all day.
I’m lying in the huge jacuzzi tub when I see the message from him pop up on my cell phone.
I’m sending you a gift. I’ll pick you up at 6 x
I grin at the screen. A gift? I wonder what it could be? And we’re going out! Shane has been so busy, I’ve hardly seen anything of Ireland since I got here. Full of excitement, I jump out of the tub, grab a warm fluffy towel from the rail and wrap it around myself. I open the closet, trying to think of what I’m going to wear, until I realize I have no idea where we are going.
I’m about to grab my cell and ask him what I should dress for when there is a knock at the door to the suite. I actually squeal with excitement, like a teenage girl.
Is this my gift?
Peering through the spyhole, I see a woman with black curly hair and bright red lipstick standing outside our room, holding three boxes.
I open the door and she smiles at me. “Mrs. Ryan?”
“Yes,” I breathe, still not used to being called that.
“Mr. Ryan asked that I had these personally delivered to you,” she says in an accent that I could listen to all day. I think she’s French. I stare at her open-mouthed and she laughs softly as she hands over the boxes.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“I hope you enjoy them,” she purrs. “I picked them out myself, although he gave me very specific instructions.”
“Oh.” I blush to the roots of my hair. Just what the hell has that hot devil had her pick out for me?
I wonder if I should tip her, but then realize I have no cash on me. Damn! “I’m sorry. I don’t…” I start to say but she holds up her hand to stop me.
“Mr. Ryan has taken care of everything. Have a good evening,” she says and then she walks away elegantly in a cloud of sweet perfume. I watch her strut to the elevator in her heels and smile. She’s one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.
I carry the boxes inside. They are pastel shades of pink, lilac and mint green, and have a discreet label embossed in the corner. ‘Lady Mademoiselle.’
I place them on the bed and resist the urge to tear open the pretty boxes. I open the first one carefully and find a pair of black patent Louboutin pumps with a six inch heel. They are stunning but I have no idea how I’m going to walk in them.
I open the second box and pull out a black mini-dress. It has long sleeves and a high neckline, but it is obscenely short. The material is beautiful though. It has a soft, almost velvety feel, yet it looks like leather. I brush it over my cheek and sigh softly. It feels like it cost a fortune. I leave the pink box until last. It is the smallest and I already have an idea of what I’m going to find in here. My stomach flutters in anticipation anyway. I open it and unfold the pink tissue that it is so exquisitely wrapped in.
I smile as I see the flimsy black material. He is so predictable. I pull out the bra first and check the size, which of course is right. It’s all black lace and is so beautiful I almost want to wear it as outerwear. Next, I take out the matching panties. They are gorgeous too. It’s only when I hold them up that I notice they are not ordinary panties. They are crotchless.
My cheeks flush with heat as I think about wearing these out in public, and beneath that tiny dress. But my stomach dances with excitement too, as the prospect of being out in public with Shane Ryan when he has such easy access to my pussy makes the warmth pool in my core.
Checking the time on the clock on the nightstand, I see it’s a little after four, which means I have just under two hours to get ready. I put the expensive underwear back in the box and lie on the bed, wondering what other surprises Shane has in store this evening.
At one minute before six, Shane walks into the hotel suite. I am standing waiting for him and he smiles when he sees me in the clothes that he sent.
“Thank you for the outfit,” I flutter my eyelashes at him, trying to appear like the confident sex kitten he’s had me dress as.
