Page 35 of Gabriel's Album

“Oooh, is that a promise?” she asks.

Fucking hell. I want to do a thousand dirty things to her.

“It definitely is, but first, I want you to see this.”

I stride confidently over to open the door to the opulent bathroom with a dramatic flourish.

“Wow,” Ariana repeats. “Now,thisis what I call a bathroom.”

“Maybe you could join me for a spa later,” I suggest while playing with a strand of her hair.

“I may just take you up on that offer.”

For a moment, the air sizzles around us as we stare into each other’s eyes.

“Anyway,” I cough. “What are your plans for today?”

We all have the day off today, but tomorrow the guys and I will be doing interviews while everyone else gets a second free day to sightsee. Then it’ll be all hands on deck to prepare for the concert the day after that.

“I didn’t have anything planned. I was going to see if you wanted to do something…or someone,” she finishes suggestively.

“Well, I thought we could tour New York City by way of doing some shopping. There are a few things I need to pick up, and I thought you’d probably love to visit some of the shops here, but I definitely like your idea better.”

I drop my hand from her hair to her waist and pull her roughly against me, lowering my head to claim her lips.

“So, do you want to go shopping or stay here, sweetheart?”

Ariana looks torn, and I know that she’s got this sensible side that will almost certainly mean she’ll choose sightseeing, so I’m unsurprised by her answer.

“I guess we should go shopping. They won’t be open all night, but this bed will still be here when we get back.”

I put my right hand under her chin, raise her face to mine, and kiss her again. I use my left hand to explore her body, rubbing a thumb across her nipples, which are jutting out and clearly visible against her top. Then, I reach down and begin rubbing her crotch until she’s obviously aroused before stopping my ministrations on her abruptly.

“Okay, you’re right. Sightseeing it is!”

“I take it back!” she replies while laughing.

“Oh no, baby, no take-backs. Besides, this way, I can tease you all day and make sure that you’re wet and begging for it by the time we get back,” I say with a wicked grin on my face.

We head down to the hotel lobby and ask the concierge to have a car brought around.

The car arrives, and luckily, nobody is waiting outside for me, so we get into it with little trouble. I ask the driver to take us to Saks Fifth Avenue, since I figure that’s probably the best place for me to look for a suit, and Ariana might find some clothes there as well.

“We’re going to Saks?” she asks me as she relaxes in the back seat next to me.

I’ve got my arm around her shoulders, and she rests her head against my chest. I smile as I look down at her. She’s so sweet, and I’m excited to show her around New York City today.

“I thought it would probably be best; I need a suit for an awards night, and there will be plenty of clothes there for you to try on as well.”

“I don’t really need any new clothes,” she tells me.

“There’s need, and then there’s want. Don’t worry; I bet you’ll see something you like.”

I have no doubt Ariana will find something to buy. Heather went overboard the last time we were in New York and came back with bags and bags full of clothes, so I’ll be surprised if there’s nothing at all that Ariana likes.

We arrive at Saks and thank the driver as we get out of the limousine. I do like coming to Saks; they see a lot of celebrities here, so it’s generally pretty relaxed when I visit. We walk through the glass doors and into the department store.

Ariana follows me as I lead the way to the menswear department. A woman who’s probably around Ariana’s age greets me, and I tell her that I’m looking for a suit to wear to formal events.

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