panicked. “Great. I haven’t got time to change now.”
“I didn’t say change, Evey,” Steph said. “You look stunning. You always do.”
“Thanks,” I murmured and made my way outside.
***
We pulled up to the hotel on Park Lane in Mayfair. I didn’t understand why Parks had two hotels in the same city, but maybe that’s why he was a millionaire and I wasn’t. The name WParks, written on the side of the hotel in gold, had been lit up by spotlights. Just seeing his name did peculiar things to my body, which I had to keep at bay.
We walked straight into the hotel lobby and were met by a full room of chattering men in fine, expensive suits, and giggling women in elegant ball gowns. The hotel lobby was much bigger than the other one in the city. The décor was still grand, gold, and classic, but the lobby had a gorgeous staircase in the middle of the room and the biggest crystal chandler I had ever seen hanging elegantly from the high oak ceilings. A grand piano was playing soft, slow music in the background, and waiters in white shirts and black waistcoats gracefully walked around with server trays full of champagne flutes, making everything seem even classier.
Alex watched me eying up the champagne and acted quickly. “I’ll go get us some orange juice, Evey.”
“Okay.” I gave him quick smile and glanced around to see if I could spot anyone from my workplace. What I did see, coming in through the entrance doors, was Parks. My head froze and jaw dropped as I watched him stride in, showing off how elegantly masculine he was whilst smiling that stunning smile as people crowded around him like seagulls homing in on breadcrumbs. He looked as dashing and as devilishly handsome as always, immaculately dressed in a fine, black, fitted suit jacket with a gorgeous satin collar and black satin tie. He wore it buttoned up over a crisp white dress shirt, and his black wing-tipped shoes added an extra touch of elegance, finishing off his impeccable look. He looked the dog’s bollox as my gaze drifted over every inch of him. I was glued in place and couldn’t pull my eyes away. He always looked stunning, but God, seeing him dressed like that took my breath away.
Just as I was about to look away, I saw the woman on his arm. Mahogany bob, tall, slim, in love with herself, and her dark blue cocktail dress made her look stunning. And I thought that with all the bitterness my mind was capable of. Yes, Parks had his arm linked around Carla’s. What the fuck?
I turned away quickly, and mindlessly took one of the champagne flutes from the tray and downed it all in one gulp. I glanced back over my shoulder, and Parks’s gaze hit me. His eyes locked on to mine, making my whole body burn up, just like he had the power to do so. But I soon broke his spell and quickly turned away from him, right before finding Clarke amongst a small group of people. His eyes lit up all wide and animated when he saw me.
“Evey, my girl. Meet my wife, Claudine.” Oh, so Pumpkin had a name? Claudine was a big and beautiful woman, around mid-fifties with short, highlighted hair. She looked lovey in her green, floor-length dress. She struck me as a kind, warm lady, and I liked her immediately—which had to be a first.
“Evey, darling, I’ve heard so much about you. You make my Clarke’s life a whole lot better.” She took me into her arms and air-kissed me four times.
“Likewise,” I squeezed out. She let me go and began chatting away at a hundred miles an hour. While we spoke in a group, I glanced over Clarke’s shoulder and saw Parks making his way towards us. When he approached, minus Carla, he shook Clarke’s hand firmly whilst thanking him for coming, then Claudine pulled him into an unexpected embrace and kissed him four times, giggling.
“Clarke, you devil, you,” she said. “You didn’t mention how dashing Mr. Parks was. Neither did you inform me he was an American. I love your accent,” she cooed, flopping a hand at
“I didn’t say change, Evey,” Steph said. “You look stunning. You always do.”
“Thanks,” I murmured and made my way outside.
***
We pulled up to the hotel on Park Lane in Mayfair. I didn’t understand why Parks had two hotels in the same city, but maybe that’s why he was a millionaire and I wasn’t. The name WParks, written on the side of the hotel in gold, had been lit up by spotlights. Just seeing his name did peculiar things to my body, which I had to keep at bay.
We walked straight into the hotel lobby and were met by a full room of chattering men in fine, expensive suits, and giggling women in elegant ball gowns. The hotel lobby was much bigger than the other one in the city. The décor was still grand, gold, and classic, but the lobby had a gorgeous staircase in the middle of the room and the biggest crystal chandler I had ever seen hanging elegantly from the high oak ceilings. A grand piano was playing soft, slow music in the background, and waiters in white shirts and black waistcoats gracefully walked around with server trays full of champagne flutes, making everything seem even classier.
Alex watched me eying up the champagne and acted quickly. “I’ll go get us some orange juice, Evey.”
“Okay.” I gave him quick smile and glanced around to see if I could spot anyone from my workplace. What I did see, coming in through the entrance doors, was Parks. My head froze and jaw dropped as I watched him stride in, showing off how elegantly masculine he was whilst smiling that stunning smile as people crowded around him like seagulls homing in on breadcrumbs. He looked as dashing and as devilishly handsome as always, immaculately dressed in a fine, black, fitted suit jacket with a gorgeous satin collar and black satin tie. He wore it buttoned up over a crisp white dress shirt, and his black wing-tipped shoes added an extra touch of elegance, finishing off his impeccable look. He looked the dog’s bollox as my gaze drifted over every inch of him. I was glued in place and couldn’t pull my eyes away. He always looked stunning, but God, seeing him dressed like that took my breath away.
Just as I was about to look away, I saw the woman on his arm. Mahogany bob, tall, slim, in love with herself, and her dark blue cocktail dress made her look stunning. And I thought that with all the bitterness my mind was capable of. Yes, Parks had his arm linked around Carla’s. What the fuck?
I turned away quickly, and mindlessly took one of the champagne flutes from the tray and downed it all in one gulp. I glanced back over my shoulder, and Parks’s gaze hit me. His eyes locked on to mine, making my whole body burn up, just like he had the power to do so. But I soon broke his spell and quickly turned away from him, right before finding Clarke amongst a small group of people. His eyes lit up all wide and animated when he saw me.
“Evey, my girl. Meet my wife, Claudine.” Oh, so Pumpkin had a name? Claudine was a big and beautiful woman, around mid-fifties with short, highlighted hair. She looked lovey in her green, floor-length dress. She struck me as a kind, warm lady, and I liked her immediately—which had to be a first.
“Evey, darling, I’ve heard so much about you. You make my Clarke’s life a whole lot better.” She took me into her arms and air-kissed me four times.
“Likewise,” I squeezed out. She let me go and began chatting away at a hundred miles an hour. While we spoke in a group, I glanced over Clarke’s shoulder and saw Parks making his way towards us. When he approached, minus Carla, he shook Clarke’s hand firmly whilst thanking him for coming, then Claudine pulled him into an unexpected embrace and kissed him four times, giggling.
“Clarke, you devil, you,” she said. “You didn’t mention how dashing Mr. Parks was. Neither did you inform me he was an American. I love your accent,” she cooed, flopping a hand at
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