Chapter Thirty-Three

“I thought you wanted shopping and champagne this afternoon,” Jameson murmurs in his richly sensuous tone.

He is so seductively dark and entrancing, I have completely forgotten about shopping and champagne.

Unfortunately for me, two things are colliding at this moment, given our arrival at the VIP valet station.

First, the limo comes to a halt.

Second, out of the corner of my eye, I see a uniformed man approaching the vehicle to open the door. I can’t risk messing up my lipstick by kissing Jameson, with no time to fix it.

Thus, with an inward sigh, I carefully extract myself from the hunkiest man on the planet and settle into my seat to collect myself. Then my belongings. As Jameson alights and turns back to me, I have my purse and coat in hand, leaving my laptop bag as he did. Apparently, he thoroughly trusts our driver with all our possessions, including the luggage in the trunk.

He helps me into my coat as the valet holds a large umbrella over our heads while light flurries fall.

J