Shopping with Nick

“Shoes for Friday first? What do you think, hm?”

Nick asked as they wandered hand in hand through the streets of Mayfair, the dazzling shops shrines to luxury labels. Millie felt out of her depth here, her eyes taking in London’s celebration to the rich and famous.

She gave him a sidelong glance, her heart doing a little jump at the sight of his perfect profile. God, he looked like a God, a dark, alluring God with a little bit of a short temper. That realization prompted her to agree with his suggestion.

“Okay.”

Millie would not argue. She was learning whatever Nick said, Nick meant. She had already discovered the best way to deal with him, was to do what he said, or ask him to reconsider. He didn’t take to being argued with. She loved being around him, though she concluded that she had to tread lightly around him. Which, added to his overall appeal.

Her eyes fell toward their locked finger