“Where are you going, darling?”
“I’m meeting his parents.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widen. “We need to bring out the big guns.” She walks around me as she looks me up and down. “Stephanie,” she calls to the other assistant.
“Yes.”
“Can you ring the salon and make an urgent hair appointment for Hayden, please? She needs a blowout.”
“What’s wrong with my hair?” I frown.
Camelia raises an eyebrow. “Everything, darling, everything.”
I glide the lipstick smoothly over and roll my lips to my reflection in the mirror.
“Seriously, though,” Christopher murmurs into my neck as he nibbles down to my collarbone.
“Stop.” I shrug him off and look down at myself. I’m wearing a fitted black wrap dress with sheer sleeves and nude strappy stilettos, and my girls are up high in the boostiest bra of all time. I’m even wearing a sexy G-string. My hair is so amazing I could swear it’s a wig, and my makeup is natural and glowy.
I hate to admit it, but Camelia knows her stuff. I look a million bucks.
Christopher’s hands glide up and down my body. He’s impressed, never having seen me like this before. “Kiss me,” he whispers darkly.
“I just put lipstick on.”
“Kiss me.” His teeth nip my earlobe.
“You do not want to kiss me.” I roll my eyes. “You want to bend me over the bathroom cabinet and fuck me from behind.”
“Hmm.” He smiles as if imagining it. “You’re right, I do. Let’s do that instead. Much better plan.” He lifts one of my legs to sit on the cabinet.
“Listen, after your little-rich-boy act”—I correct myself as I pull my leg down—“poor-boy act, you owe me a montage of multiple orgasms.”
“Ready, willing, and able.” He grabs my hip bones and pumps me with his pelvis.
“Not. Now.” I pull out of his grip and turn to look at my behind. “Do I look okay?”
He grabs my hand and puts it over the large erection in his pants. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re a sex maniac, that’s what I think.”
“You could be onto something,” he murmurs against my neck as his teeth graze my skin. “Punish me for it.”
“Stop,” I snap, annoyed. “I’m not going to meet your family for the first time smelling like sex.”
“Hand brake.”
I try to keep a straight face and fail miserably. “Let’s go.”
Half an hour later, the car pulls up to the curb on a busy, congested street, and Christopher opens the door and climbs out. “Thanks.”
“Have a good night.” Hans smiles.
“Thank you.” I smile. Christopher holds his hand out to take mine and helps me from the car, and we begin to walk up the street toward the restaurant. I’m as nervous as all hell. “Any tips?” I ask.
“For what?”
“To meet your family.”
He puts his arm around me and kisses my temple as we walk. “They’re going to love you, Grumps.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I love you.”
I smile up at him, and he stops and kisses me softly. “Thank you.”