Laurel
“I think you should buy that.” Ellis says as he stops before a boutique window. He brought me to the Avenue Montaigne to shop today. He booked a time for me to have my own perfume made at a special store.
He grins down wickedly at me, tugging me to his side. I stare up at the sheer lacy gown he’s pointing at. “Are you lingerie shopping? I thought we have an appointment.”
“We have time. I think you should try that and maybe that blue one in the corner.” I let him pull me in the door.
“You want me to model that in the store?” I ask him as I point out several men sitting in chairs near the fitting room. His jaw clenches instantly.
“Hell no! No one gets to see you like that! I meant buy it and wear it for me later today.”
“And what if you don’t like them on me? Might look bett
