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“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 didthis kind of stuffwith 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 bags.”
“That seems unfair.” We both turned toward the sound of screaming as some female customers noticed Alex.
“Excuse me while I handle this,” Shane apologized. Swiftly, he got up and dispersed the crowd efficiently. Alex signed a few autographs before it was suggested that the assistants close the shop for half an hour so he could try his suits on in peace.
“Wow, that was impressive.” I nudged Shane when he sat back down twenty minutes later.
“It might be a good idea to call Gucci and Armani now to warn them to close the shop in preparation for Alex. I expect that the paparazzi will have arrived by the time we step back outside.” The paparazzi? Crap!
Quickly, I made the calls that Shane had suggested, pleased that the shops were more than happy to close off parts of their store for Alex.
“You’re really good at this stuff. I had no clue that a shopping trip would be this crazy.”
“It’s practice. I’ve been head of his security for a long time now.”
“He’s lucky to have you, Shane,” I mused, watching Alex strut out in a blue plaid suit and white shirt. He looked so clean cut. Not the rough rocker that I’d been getting to know over the last few weeks.
“What do you think? Is blue my color?”
