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"I know, and I will be." she pulled her in for a hug. “Concentrate on having fun with Joshua," she whispered in a suggestive tone.
"What?"
"Bye!" She was already out the door.
She turned to Joshua.
"What was that about?"
Joshua shrugged, standing up and dusting off his clothes.
"We're going out. I want to take you somewhere."
Nazalie rolled her eyes for the second time that day. He was doing the 'I'm mysterious' thing again. She didn't mind, though, it was probably another fancy restaurant. Nazalie knew right away what she’d wear.
"Okay," she replied, rushing into the room to change. She wasn't going to put in the minimal effort today. It wasn't going to be like the last time that she regretted not putting on makeup.
An hour later, she was ready to go. All the time she spent was worth it when she saw the look on Joshua's face.
"We might need a bucket to collect the amount of drool you're dropping on the carpet," she joked, moving closer to Joshua. He was wearing a white polo shirt tucked into black dress pants.
They were both loose-fitting. Nazalie mourned the loss of her eye candy.
"You look even more stunning."
"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."
He held his hands out for her to take. They walked out of the house holding hands and making small talk. His hand felt comforting. His hand fell away when they finally got to his car, the heat of his palm still remained. Nazalie rubbed the palm against her face.
"Now that you got me to come outside, will you at least tell me where we are going?"
"Nope," he said, popping the 'p.'
He put on some expensive-looking sunglasses and handed her a pair. Nazalie sighed dreamily when she thought he couldn't be any hotter. She wanted to jump his bones. Who invented those devilish sunglasses anyway? It had to have been her arch-nemesis.
Nazalie did a double-take when they pulled up in front of what appeared to be the airport. Joshua's assistant, Shane, was already there to take the car back to the house.
"What are we doing here, Joshua?" She asked as he led her into the airport.
"We're taking a little trip," he answered, smiling impishly.
"Like on a plane?"
Joshua nodded.
"I didn't even take my passport! Or clothes. I'm totally unprepared for a trip. Let’s go back."
Joshua held her before she could do a full three-sixty-degree turn.
"Don't worry about a thing. It's all taken care of. Your mum gave me your passport. We’ll shop for clothes when we get there and I can always help improve your mindset."
He kissed her then. A quick kiss, but it was enough to disorient her thoughts.
"When will we get there?" She exclaimed, finally finding her bearings. “When we get where?"
"Paris," Joshua said, grinning from ear to ear. It was kinda hard not to smile back; his smile was incredibly infectious.
"Let's go, or we'll be late for our flight."
