He chuckled and walked over to stand behind me. His breath caressed my ear. “All you’re going to do is make it the envy of everyone around you.” He returned to his closet and came back out with a shoebox. “You’ll need these too.”
I opened it. A pair of silver, strappy stiletto heels lay inside. “I hope I can walk in these.” My voice sounded nervous, even to me.
He took one, slipped it on his finger, and let it dangle. “These do seem complicated, but I can just imagine them on, and the image I am getting is making me sweat. We need to get you away from me.” He took the dress and led me to a guest bedroom. “You have a bathroom at your disposal, and you will find it has all you could possibly need to get dressed for tonight.”
“Okay,” I said, as he laid the dress on the bed and walked back to the door.
He gave me a cocky grin. “I’ll pick you up at seven, if that’s all right.”
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It showed a quarter to six now. “See you then.”
He bowed and closed the door behind him.
I walked into the adjoining bathroom. Make up and bath gels, soaps, salts, creams and as many different body lotions, splashes, and powders filled the marble counter tops. I bit my lip to keep from laughing out loud. He’d been prepared for me to say “yes.” A piece of paper lay on top of the towels, bath cloths, sponge, loofa, and some other item I’d never seen before. I picked it up and smiled when I realized it was from Jax.
Sadie,
I had no idea what you would need. I took the liberty of buying everything I thought smelled good. Not any of it smells as good as you, but the sales lady assured me all women want to feel pampered in the bath. So I just bought it all. As for the makeup you don’t need any. Your natural beauty is enough to bring me to my knees, but I wanted you to be happy, so I had a sales lady give me everything a ‘gorgeous blond with incredible skin and amazing blue eyes with lashes that are long and curly without any help’ might need. She said it sounded like you didn’t need anything but she gave me a few things she believed would make you happy.
I love you,
Jax
I laughed, took the note, and tucked it safely into my purse. I smelled the different fragrances and finally decided on one, and then began the task of making myself beautiful enough for the dress.
* * * *
Jax knocked on my door at exactly seven, and I slipped on the sexy silver heels. They fit me perfectly. He had really done his homework. I opened the door, and my heart skipped a beat. Seeing him in a black tuxedo made my knees go slightly weak.
“You really should warn someone before you unleash yourself on them dressed like that,” I said with awe in my voice. I had never seen anyone so incredibly perfect. It was then I realized he was staring at me, well, my body, and his gaze stopped at my feet.
“I think I am going to give my stylist a raise.”
His eyes met mine, and he smiled, a slow sexy smile that didn’t help my weak knees.
“You’re incredible,” he finally said, reaching for my hand and pulling me against him. His warm clean smell of soap, mouthwash, and Jax, set the blood in my veins racing.
His lips touched my ear. “I want to hold you, kiss you, and enjoy you in this dress right here in this room all night, but I can’t.”
I shivered.
“Please don’t shiver. It does something to me,” he said against my ear again.
I smiled. “Well, stop whispering in my ear and tracing patterns on my naked back, and I will stop,” I forced out through the desire clogging my throat.
He grabbed my hand and started walking. “I have to get us around people. Now,” he said with a sense of urgency I completely understood.
Kane stood at the door of the Bentley I’d only seen Mrs. Stone use. He nodded. “Miss White, Mr. Stone,” he said with no emotion as we stepped inside. Jax put his arm behind my back.
“I have it on best authority you don’t like most seafood.”
I grinned and nodded, knowing the authority was Mr. Greg.
“So, I am limited to two choices. This area is for the tourist. The casual everyday tourist, but there are a few establishments harder to get into. Have you ever heard of ‘Le Cellier?’”
I hadn’t, of course. I shook my head.
“I’ve been there a few times. It’s good, but more importantly, it’s somewhere we can enjoy a meal out together and not deal with fans.”