“Why not?”
She gaped at him.
He smiled, just a little.
She glared at him. “Are you purposefully trying to get a rise out of me?”
“Oui.” He took another bite of ice cream. “So, sex.”
Huffing, she threw her arms up. “Fine, I’ll have sex.” She’d planned on it anyway, tonight after dinner. She didn’t see any reason not to, not when they had such little time.
“Good.” He tipped his head, studying her. “Is it Danny?”
She choked on the ice cream in her mouth.
“That is an answer, I suppose,” Didier murmured, shaking his head. “Although I cannot imagine what you see in him.”
“He’s attractive and successful.” And if the kisses they’d had were any indication, sex would be incredible.
“Do you want him?” Before she could say anything one way or the other, he nodded. “You do want him. He treats you nicely, yes?”
“Yes.” She frowned. “I wouldn’t pick someone like my father.”
Didier shrugged. “Sometimes they can look completely different, but underneath they are the same.”
She shook her head. “Danny’s not anything like my father.”
Didier didn’t look convinced. “We shall see. If we need, we will correct your deplorable taste in men too.” He patted her hand. “I will help you.”
“Is that part of the service?” she asked with a wry smile.
“To love is to win.”
“I’m a lawyer,” she said. “For me, to crush is to win.”
He just shrugged. “Maybe that is why you are here, to learn a different way.”
Ten
Lottie walked into Nordstrom on Didier’s arm, feeling like a queen despite her ratty dress.
Okay, her dress wasn’trattyratty—it was still pretty and didn’t look worn (because she hadn’t had the need to wear proper dresses in so long)—but in her mind it was old. She was pretty sure she bought it before there’d been a man on the moon.
It made herfeelold.
As if sensing her disquiet, Didier patted her hand. “Ne t’inquiète pas. We will find beautiful clothes.”
“I’m not worried.” Didier had the best fashion sense of anyone she’d ever met. “I’m excited for a new look. Maybe we can stop by the makeup counter and they can give me a makeover too,” she said excitedly. She’d never had that done.
Didier frowned at her. “You are beautiful. You do not need makeup.”
Aww. She grinned at him. “You’re very good for a girl’s morale.”
“Come. We have much to do.” He guided her toward the escalator, stopping a salesperson along the way to ask a question about where a particular section was located. The salesperson pointed up to the second floor. Thanking her, he escorted Lottie upstairs.
“Here it is,” Didier said. He went to a rack and picked out a dress, eyeing it critically. It was purple, with shiny gold accents. He nodded and handed it to her.
She surveyed it. She could already tell it was going to fit perfectly. She tucked it under her arm and went through the rest of the rack. “I didn’t know you’d know women’s fashion quite so well.”