Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 1(185)

“Please don’t tease me.”

Amanda leaned in towards Tim as the three of them whispered. Confused, I tried to look busy rearranging the hangers while I waited to find out what was going on. They pointed at several items in my collection and then Amanda sat back.

“Paris Fashion Week is six days away and I planned for Hargrove’s to show a collection, but there was a miscommunication and I have nothing but a reservation. Would you be able to leave in three days for Paris? You’ll be gone for two weeks and of course we’ll cover all your expenses.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course! I can leave now if you want.”

She laughed then continued. “Congratulations, Deborah! I’m really looking forward to working with you on your next collection. Kylie will make all the arrangements for you and your assistant.”

“Oh wow! Thank you! Thank you so much!” I said.

I ran up and hugged each of them again before quickly wheeling my rack of clothes out of the room before they realized what they did and changed their minds. My mind raced as I passed Kylie’s desk, stopped to hug her too, then scrambled onto the elevator.

I had to tell someone! I hit the button planning to go to the men’s department and find Dianna. I could burst I was so excited!

I had so much to do. My mind raced as I wondered who could watch Trap for me and how I was going to afford the trip even though Hargrove’s was paying for the big stuff. The elevator dinged as the doors opened. I stepped out, but one of the rack wheels got caught in the space between the floor and the elevator. I yanked the rack free and collided into someone.#p#分页标题#e#

“Shit! I’m so—” I began then stopped as I realized it was Dianna. “I was just going to see you! I won! I won the contest!”

“I knew you’d win! Congratulations! I’m so happy for you.”

“It was amazing! It all happened so fast. They loved everything and then asked me if I could get my samples model ready for next week.”

“Next week?”

“I’m going to Paris!”

“Bitch! I hate you,” she joked. “Don’t you get to bring an assistant? I know my way around a sewing machine, you know.”

“I know you’re joking but if you’re serious about knowing how to sew, I really will need help out there. I only have a few days once I get there to do fittings and all the alterations.”

“Really? I am so there! I just need to clear it with the higher ups and make sure they have someone to cover for me. When do we leave?”

“In three days.”

“I’m going to run up now to get everything squared away. Call me later when you find out all the details. Sure you won’t change your mind? Maybe you’d like to bring someone else?”

“Someone else? No. I need help and we get along great. Who else would I bring?”

“Well it is the city of love…maybe Mr. Sexy?”

“I don’t have any way of getting in touch with him. Besides I really need help out there. Plus I probably won’t even see him before I go.”

“If you say so. He’s heading this way though,” she said before jumping into the elevator and hitting the button repeatedly for the door to close.

As I turned towards the direction Dianna’s eyes were focused on, Will appeared. With him dressed in a dark blue suit complemented by a sky blue button shirt, with the first couple of buttons undone and no tie, I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he cut through a couple of departments on his way to me.

“You are hard to find,” he said.

“Helps if I know when I’m being looked for.”

“I’ll pick you up at five tonight at your apartment. Bring a change of clothes, you’ll be staying the night,” he said then walked away.

I stood there with my jaw on the floor in shock and unable to speak. I wanted to say no and challenge him, but I couldn’t. My mouth wouldn’t even work to ask how he knew where I lived. The more forceful and demanding he became, the more I needed to have him and the more my body reacted to his gruff voice.

As I stepped outside I looked around for him but he was gone. I looked for his long black stretch limo, but found nothing. Carefully folding my collection and slipping the pieces into my old hard sided suitcase, I left them in the car and headed back into the store.

Riding the escalator to the second level, I spotted exactly what I was looking for—lingerie. It was time to use my employee discount and credit card. Normally I slept in an oversized t-shirt, but spending the night at Mr. Sexy’s I was hoping to do anything but sleep.

The lingerie department ran along the back wall of the second floor, behind a white arch. One side had the basics—bras, panties, and slips in basic cotton, satin, and lace. I went to the other side where several sexy displays showed off their sexier items.