we should make the most of this now? What do you think? What’s your Princess limit?”
She watched him visibly relax for the first time since they’d met, and he gave her a genuine smile. “I can go out in public with you as often as is necessary, mostly to keep my eye on you. You don’t need to worry about that. You’re infuriating, but so far, you’re not bad company.”
“Good to know. I’ll have to try harder.” Charlotte giggled.
“Please don’t. Let’s just have a nice night. Your enthusiasm for this place is a little infectious; I’m looking forward to seeing it through your eyes.”
She smiled and turned her attention to the casino they were walking through. The noises of the slot machines rang out and the crowd jostled for position. The cocktail waitresses were dressed in cute, little uniforms that were like outfits from a bygone era. Charlotte made a mental note to make Jack take her to a show, while she was here. She’d even be nice to him, if it meant he would take her to see one of the big names. Maybe they’d see Britney Spears, or even Cher. God, how she loved Cher!
“Come on, let me show you the fountains.” He reached for her hand, enclosed it in his, and gave it a little squeeze. She looked sideways at him in surprise. “What? We’re getting engaged any minute, so we better get used to holding hands in public. I believe it was one of the things Jay suggested.” When she kept staring at him, he finally looked away and tugged her forward toward the giant exit doors that would take them out into the busy throng of tourists. “You don’t have to like it, just act like you do,” he muttered.
Charlotte was in shocked silence as they walked down the sweeping sidewalk to the street. She composed herself while they walked and reminded herself to look happy and carefree. She was with a gorgeous, famous man, and even if it wasn’t real, she was going to enjoy it as much as she could.
It wasn’t too much hard work as she felt her lips curl into a smile every time her eyes fell on something new. The Eiffel Tower replica across the street looked amazing; she made a mental note to ride to the top one day soon. The Strip was full of tourists laughing and drinking from giant, plastic guitars and coloured yard glasses. She marvelled that they were allowed to drink out on the street.
The walk to the Fountains of Bellagio didn’t look too far, but Charlotte was quickly learning that she’d made the right decision to wear comfortable boots and not towering, high heels. Even the walk from the car to the front of the casino had been epic; she counted at least three restaurants in just one casino and she suspected there were more hiding there, too. What an enormous place this was!
Jack manoeuvred them into position in front of the fountains as music played from the speakers above their heads. “They come on every fifteen minutes, so we won’t have long to wait.” He stood close behind her and she was conscious of his breath tickling the back of her ear. She could swear he was doing it on purpose.
A power struggle was brewing between them and she knew it was a battle she had to win, if she was going to continue to ignore the way his breath on her skin made her feel. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, yet, but it was likely that the three years she’d spend with Jack Fawkner were not going to be the worst three years of her life. If she had a solid movie career at the end of it, then it would all be worth it.
Jack put his hand on her shoulder as the music suddenly quieted and the crowd hushed. It was time for the show, and Charlotte felt a little thrill of excitement. She was in Las Vegas! As the first strains of the music rang out and the water shot up into the air, she looked up in wonder. The patterns were lovely and they kept time with the music as the crowd cheered. She ignored Jack’s hand, which had gathered her hair to the side, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder as
She watched him visibly relax for the first time since they’d met, and he gave her a genuine smile. “I can go out in public with you as often as is necessary, mostly to keep my eye on you. You don’t need to worry about that. You’re infuriating, but so far, you’re not bad company.”
“Good to know. I’ll have to try harder.” Charlotte giggled.
“Please don’t. Let’s just have a nice night. Your enthusiasm for this place is a little infectious; I’m looking forward to seeing it through your eyes.”
She smiled and turned her attention to the casino they were walking through. The noises of the slot machines rang out and the crowd jostled for position. The cocktail waitresses were dressed in cute, little uniforms that were like outfits from a bygone era. Charlotte made a mental note to make Jack take her to a show, while she was here. She’d even be nice to him, if it meant he would take her to see one of the big names. Maybe they’d see Britney Spears, or even Cher. God, how she loved Cher!
“Come on, let me show you the fountains.” He reached for her hand, enclosed it in his, and gave it a little squeeze. She looked sideways at him in surprise. “What? We’re getting engaged any minute, so we better get used to holding hands in public. I believe it was one of the things Jay suggested.” When she kept staring at him, he finally looked away and tugged her forward toward the giant exit doors that would take them out into the busy throng of tourists. “You don’t have to like it, just act like you do,” he muttered.
Charlotte was in shocked silence as they walked down the sweeping sidewalk to the street. She composed herself while they walked and reminded herself to look happy and carefree. She was with a gorgeous, famous man, and even if it wasn’t real, she was going to enjoy it as much as she could.
It wasn’t too much hard work as she felt her lips curl into a smile every time her eyes fell on something new. The Eiffel Tower replica across the street looked amazing; she made a mental note to ride to the top one day soon. The Strip was full of tourists laughing and drinking from giant, plastic guitars and coloured yard glasses. She marvelled that they were allowed to drink out on the street.
The walk to the Fountains of Bellagio didn’t look too far, but Charlotte was quickly learning that she’d made the right decision to wear comfortable boots and not towering, high heels. Even the walk from the car to the front of the casino had been epic; she counted at least three restaurants in just one casino and she suspected there were more hiding there, too. What an enormous place this was!
Jack manoeuvred them into position in front of the fountains as music played from the speakers above their heads. “They come on every fifteen minutes, so we won’t have long to wait.” He stood close behind her and she was conscious of his breath tickling the back of her ear. She could swear he was doing it on purpose.
A power struggle was brewing between them and she knew it was a battle she had to win, if she was going to continue to ignore the way his breath on her skin made her feel. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, yet, but it was likely that the three years she’d spend with Jack Fawkner were not going to be the worst three years of her life. If she had a solid movie career at the end of it, then it would all be worth it.
Jack put his hand on her shoulder as the music suddenly quieted and the crowd hushed. It was time for the show, and Charlotte felt a little thrill of excitement. She was in Las Vegas! As the first strains of the music rang out and the water shot up into the air, she looked up in wonder. The patterns were lovely and they kept time with the music as the crowd cheered. She ignored Jack’s hand, which had gathered her hair to the side, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder as
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