Chapter Thirty-Five

“I’m willing to wait as long as necessary,” he says.

I eye him, with a small smile. “You have high expectations.”

“The highest.”

“Gee, no pressure there.” I laugh softly. Honestly, I should be shaking in my Pradas, but I think I can totally nail the look for this second portion of our evening. Thus, I finish my water, deposit the glass on Simon’s silver tray, and bounce off to the room he’s recommended for me.

All of my new dresses are hanging in the closet and the butler has efficiently unpacked me. I keep my hair in the ponytail, given the style will show off the necklace. I darken my cosmetics, though, creating smokier eyes and thickening my lashes and brows. The makeup artist at the salon found the perfect shade of lipstick to match the pearls and I love the cranberry hue, with a slight shimmer.

I slip into a sliver of a dress, in an almost identical color. It’s tight at the hips and has a ridiculously short hem that just barely covers my ass. The waist has gathered material that