Page 58 of The Billionaire’s Arrangement

“Oh, I want to get some for my parents.” I reached into my bag and waved to the shopkeeper to take my personal card.

“Put that away.” Paul’s sharp tone had me turning toward him. He glared at me as if I slapped him across the face.

The shopkeeper scowled at me, too. “Monsieur?”

He spoke rapidly, and we walked outside without the chocolate.We’re not getting the chocolates?

“What about the orders?”

“Laurence will collect it,” he clipped, then took out his phone.

I frowned at him.“What’s wrong with you? I can pay sometimes—”

“No. You cannot. Never do that again,” he grumbled, then spoke into his phone. “Laurence. We’re leaving.”

Does that mean he was sending me home early?

I curled my chin under and hugged myself. “I’m…I’m sorry, Paul. It was for my family. I didn’t know I did something wrong. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“Nadia, it’s not all that bad.” He lifted my chin, and his face softened. “I’m sorry you’re hurt. I’m just old-school. When I say you’re mine, that means I takeallyour care seriously. I don’t want you spending your money.” He pulled me into his arms andcuddled me as people walked around us. “I’ve got to be gentler with you.”

Laurence arrived, and Paul pressed his lips to my forehead before helping me into the car.

My head rested on Paul’s shoulder, and he placed his hand on my bare leg. While he’d said he was sorry, there was a reminder in his words. He kept me, and this wasn’t romance.

I was there at his pleasure. As Xander had warned me, I needed to stay sexy, happy, and fun. I had to do better.Or Paul will end it.

The sign readl’amant,lover—it was a lingerie shop. However, the glass was black, and you couldn’t view what was inside the boutique. Similar to NYC, when Paul arrived, the shopkeeper cleared the shoppers and placed a “CLOSED” sign on the door. I understood what was expected after shopping with Tricia. He was purchasing clothes for me, which meant the appointment was for him.

Monique was an older, thin woman with smoothed-back gray hair and a tailored black pantsuit.

Paul greeted her with kisses on her cheeks as I stared around the shop. The place was decorated as a woman’s parlor, with silk walls and lamps, mirrored dressers, and plush leather seats. Along the back was a curtain and a three-panel mirror. The pieces on display were selective but with a large assortment of undergarments.

“Monique is your Tricia in Paris. She’s direct, and modesty isn’t something she understands,” he half-joked.

She smiled at him. “You know me well. Hello, Nadia.” Her straight penciled brows knitted. “I don’t care about your body. I come from a line of people who watched births in public. He’s your lover and has seen you naked before. So let’s not waste time with shyness.”

She nodded at Paul, who tipped his head toward her before she left.

Knock.A few seconds later, she returned with the heels Paul took with us earlier.

“Laurence,” she announced and handed them to me. “Take off your dress. Let’s see how what you usually wear fits.”

“Take off my clothes?” Warmth crept to my face, and I looked at the dark windows.

“Let’s have her try something on instead, and we’ll start with a screen,” Paul suggested.

He unzipped the back of my dress, and I went behind a screen.

“What I’ve selected for you is on the table,” Monique called.

The bra straps were long, like a ribbon. The front carriage was satin and lace, as well as the thong.Am I to try them on over my underwear?

She came behind the screen. “Just take off your underwear and put them on. I’ll dispose of what he doesn’t like.”

I frowned and glanced at the price. 600 Euros.Unbelievable.And it’s wasteful. I hope he likes them all.But then, he’s a voyeur. I need to do what he enjoys.It’s my chance to make him happy after messing up with the chocolate.

I put the thong and pumps on, then came around the screen topless.

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