Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 1(203)

Breathing a sigh of relief I held myself back from hugging Will, not wanting to reveal our relationship to all the strangers in the room. Dianna immediately got to work taking measurements and taking a photo of each model. She came up with the idea that if we planned hair and make up ahead of time, it would take the stress out of choosing their look after they were dressed. I loved the idea and couldn’t wait until later when I’d play paper dolls with their photos.

As I pulled the measuring tape out of my sewing case, Will came up behind me and kissed my neck sending goosebumps over my body. So much for not revealing our relationship. Truth was I didn’t care anymore. People could say what they wanted. My designs deserved to be there.

“Mmm you smell like oranges. Let’s get out of here, just the two of us,” he whispered before nibbling my ear.

“We can’t. I have a lot of work to get started on and you know Stewart won’t let you out of his sight.”

“Look at Stewart. I think he’s in love.”

I scanned the crowded room a couple of times looking for him. He had an uncanny way of changing his appearance just with his body language and for a brief moment I didn’t recognize him. It wasn’t until I realized Stewart was the man commanding the attention of two brunette models, that I realized where he was.

“So? He’s still not going to let you go alone.”

“He doesn’t need to know I’m going. I arranged for a 1959 BMW 507 to be delivered. Its a roadster, a two-seater. It’s probably already outside. We can sneak out and tour the countryside.”

“I’d love to Will, really I would, but I need to be here. I can’t just leave all this on Dianna.”

“She won’t mind. Look at her, she’s loving this. Just ask her, ok? That’s all I ask.”

Dianna was busy taking measurements on a blonde model I recognized from a Vogue photo spread. I motioned to her that I wanted to talk and then stayed out of her way until she was done. She grinned happily as she walked over.

“Do you have any idea how awesome this is?” She asked. “Of course you do, you’re here too duh. I’m just so starstruck right now you have no idea.”

“I know! Did you see some of the designers here? Its mind blowing to think I’m showing my collection on the same runway.”

“You know,” she said as she glanced over to Will, “if you want to go sightseeing with Mr. Sexy you can.”

“Where’d that come from?”

“I’m just saying that if the gorgeous man of my dreams was in the most romantic city in the world with me, I’d want to spend some quality time with him.”

“I can’t, Dianna. I can’t leave you here alone to work while I run off and have fun. Its not right.”

“No, you have to. I’ll never have an experience like this again and I know you will. While you’re gone, I’m not going to lie, I’m pretending its my collection,” she said as she laughed. “Plus, I need to live vicariously through you, remember? If you don’t spend some alone time with Will, then I won’t have anything to dream about. I will be expecting details in the morning when we get to work on the alterations and everything else.”

“Are you sure? I really do feel bad…”

“Go! We’re done talking about it. I have models to measure dahling, now shoo!” She said with a snooty fake accent.

Dianna gently pushed me away as I wondered what I did to deserve such a great friend. Will looked at me anxiously as I returned.

“Well? What did she say?”

“She told me to go. And Stewart?”

“Smitten. Nice to see him enjoying himself for once. Now lets go before we lose our chance.”

He grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the room. Behind the three way mirror was a door I hadn’t noticed before. It opened to a long marble hallway that we followed until we reached the entrance with the crystal triangle.

“Good, I see the car arrived,” Will said as he looked ahead towards the antique shiny red roadster.

“And what’s so special about this car?” I asked as we approached it.

“Everything. Limited run, almost made BMW go bankrupt, Elvis owned one, I could go on and on.”

The convertible was gorgeous and didn’t look its age, but until I noticed Will couldn’t stop grinning as he got into the car, I didn’t realize the significance of it. He never had his own car before. For his entire life Stewart had driven him wherever he needed to go.

“Where are we going?”

“Remember the gate in front of King Manor?”

“The one your mom told you stories about?”