beautifully enticing. She wore a simple T-shirt that hugged her curves and a pair of jeans that looked like they'd been created for her ass alone.
Hot. Damn.
Maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to follow around a derriere like hers all day. But did he want to be her personal shopping bag holder? Did he want to listen to her whine about something silly while spending mountains of money on things she didn't need?
Tali turned and bent to slip her feet into a pair of boots, pulling them up to her knees over the skinny-legged jeans. He caught the slightest glimpse of a pink lacy thong peeking out from under the edge of her jeans.
Yes. Yes he did want to listen to her whine all day. Sign me up.
"Fine." He sighed. "I'll go."
"See, I knew you didn't want to stay here all day by yourself. Don't worry. We're going to have so much fun." She slid the zipper of her boot up to her knee and stood. A huge smile played along her lips and Gavin couldn't help but smile too. Tali buzzed around the room collecting her things.
"I have one condition though."
Tali stopped, her hand on her hip. "What?" He could hear the suspicion in her voice.
"I'll go to whatever stores you want, without complaint—"
"Great. Let's go." Tali took his hand and pulled him in the direction of the door. But he was bigger than her and there was no way he was moving until she agreed to his terms. He may not like shopping, but there was one thing he loved in Paris.
"I'm not finished." He held his ground and she stopped tugging on him, the warmth of her hand in his momentarily distracting him from his task.
He didn't want to think about Tali in that way, but he couldn't stop himself from wrapping his hand around her tiny one, trapping her heat. Her hand felt so small and delicate in his, a stark contrast to the huge feisty personality she presented. Her warmth radiated through him as he stood there, struggling to remember what he wanted to say.
"So… what? What's your big condition?" The edge in her voice broke through his confusion.
"If I follow you around all day, like a good boy then I get to choose where we go for dinner. No complaints from you."
Tali stuck out her bottom lip and tilted her head so she peered at him through her lashes. "But I've been looking forward to eating at my favorite restaurant since the moment we landed. I promise you'll love the food as much as I do."
He knew exactly what she was trying to do and he wasn't going to fall into her trap. She may be able to bend other people to her will with a simple bat of her long eyelashes, but not him. He wasn't falling for her act. She got her way with everything else, he wanted his way with dinner.
Maybe he wanted his way with her too. No. Not worth the frustration.
"My choice for dinner or I'm not shopping with you. Deal?"
He grinned as she narrowed her eyes at him. It felt good to be the one to make her bend a little. Maybe now she wouldn't expect him to do anything and everything she asked. He was her companion for the day and her pilot for the flight, but that did not mean he'd be at her beck and call. Maybe now she'd know where he stood.
"Fine. I'll eat wherever you say. Can you at least tell me where we're going?"
"Now what kind of fun would that be?" He laughed at her expression of annoyance. She was fun to tease. "I promise you'll love the food… If you give the restaurant a fair chance."
"I'm not so sure I like the sound of this."
This time he was the one pulling her toward the door. "Good. Then we're about even."
* * * *
Tali slid her hand along the smooth silk on the hanger. The material was sinfully luxurious and begged her to buy it. How could she refuse?
She pulled the hanger from the rack and held the dress up to examine the colors. The material of a garment had to be nice, but it was always the colors that made Tali reach for her credit card. This piece had exquisite hues in the delicate fabric—swirls of rich blues and greens intermingling on
Hot. Damn.
Maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to follow around a derriere like hers all day. But did he want to be her personal shopping bag holder? Did he want to listen to her whine about something silly while spending mountains of money on things she didn't need?
Tali turned and bent to slip her feet into a pair of boots, pulling them up to her knees over the skinny-legged jeans. He caught the slightest glimpse of a pink lacy thong peeking out from under the edge of her jeans.
Yes. Yes he did want to listen to her whine all day. Sign me up.
"Fine." He sighed. "I'll go."
"See, I knew you didn't want to stay here all day by yourself. Don't worry. We're going to have so much fun." She slid the zipper of her boot up to her knee and stood. A huge smile played along her lips and Gavin couldn't help but smile too. Tali buzzed around the room collecting her things.
"I have one condition though."
Tali stopped, her hand on her hip. "What?" He could hear the suspicion in her voice.
"I'll go to whatever stores you want, without complaint—"
"Great. Let's go." Tali took his hand and pulled him in the direction of the door. But he was bigger than her and there was no way he was moving until she agreed to his terms. He may not like shopping, but there was one thing he loved in Paris.
"I'm not finished." He held his ground and she stopped tugging on him, the warmth of her hand in his momentarily distracting him from his task.
He didn't want to think about Tali in that way, but he couldn't stop himself from wrapping his hand around her tiny one, trapping her heat. Her hand felt so small and delicate in his, a stark contrast to the huge feisty personality she presented. Her warmth radiated through him as he stood there, struggling to remember what he wanted to say.
"So… what? What's your big condition?" The edge in her voice broke through his confusion.
"If I follow you around all day, like a good boy then I get to choose where we go for dinner. No complaints from you."
Tali stuck out her bottom lip and tilted her head so she peered at him through her lashes. "But I've been looking forward to eating at my favorite restaurant since the moment we landed. I promise you'll love the food as much as I do."
He knew exactly what she was trying to do and he wasn't going to fall into her trap. She may be able to bend other people to her will with a simple bat of her long eyelashes, but not him. He wasn't falling for her act. She got her way with everything else, he wanted his way with dinner.
Maybe he wanted his way with her too. No. Not worth the frustration.
"My choice for dinner or I'm not shopping with you. Deal?"
He grinned as she narrowed her eyes at him. It felt good to be the one to make her bend a little. Maybe now she wouldn't expect him to do anything and everything she asked. He was her companion for the day and her pilot for the flight, but that did not mean he'd be at her beck and call. Maybe now she'd know where he stood.
"Fine. I'll eat wherever you say. Can you at least tell me where we're going?"
"Now what kind of fun would that be?" He laughed at her expression of annoyance. She was fun to tease. "I promise you'll love the food… If you give the restaurant a fair chance."
"I'm not so sure I like the sound of this."
This time he was the one pulling her toward the door. "Good. Then we're about even."
* * * *
Tali slid her hand along the smooth silk on the hanger. The material was sinfully luxurious and begged her to buy it. How could she refuse?
She pulled the hanger from the rack and held the dress up to examine the colors. The material of a garment had to be nice, but it was always the colors that made Tali reach for her credit card. This piece had exquisite hues in the delicate fabric—swirls of rich blues and greens intermingling on
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