suitcase and dug out the pink dress. It was more daring than what she normally wore and purchased especially for her vacation in case she went to a party. The crisp material had a 1950s retro look that she thought classy, while the halter top design was sexy. The full skirt swirled just above the knee.
Before changing, she opted for a quick shower. It would have been great to linger under the multiple showerheads, but she feared that Mick’s patience would expire before she was ready. Her mind flashed back to a Pirates of the Caribbean movie in which character Elizabeth Swan proclaims how ready she is to be married. Sonia ran her hands down her body and understood.
Before donning fresh panties and matching bra and the dress, she spent several minutes blow-drying her hair. She debated for about two seconds whether to pull it back into the usual ponytail, but she had nothing to secure a ponytail in place. So, she left the somewhat damp tresses loose. She brushed her teeth and applied mascara and a light coat of lip gloss.
She emerged from the bathroom and Mick’s eyes practically devoured her.
“You look edible,” he growled. “Stay put.”
He disappeared into the bathroom, carrying his overnight bag with him. Fifteen minutes later he came out, dressed in crisp gray slacks and a dark blue silk dress shirt. Sonia’s breath caught in her throat. He’d look good, really, really good, in jeans and tee shirt, but dressed like that he was just plain gorgeous. He’d slicked his wet hair back into a stubby ponytail at the nape of his neck. Pulled away from his face like that threw into sharp relief his sharp bone structure, narrow, aquiline nose, and the full, sensuous lips. If a hawk or falcon had a human profile, it would look like Mick Hendriksen.
“Wow, you clean up pretty,” she complimented with a teasing lilt.
He grinned at her as he buttoned his cuffs. Then, he held out his hand and she automatically took it. “Let’s go ring shopping. I want the world to know you’re mine.”
Sonia grabbed her purse and followed him out. They met the chauffeur who drove them to one of the more exclusive jewelers. The chauffeur patiently waited while his clients picked out the perfect diamond.
“How may I assist you?” a sales clerk impeccably dressed in crisp black suit, white shirt, and red paisley tie inquired from behind an illuminated jewelry case. If he recognized his rock star client, he gave no sign of it.
“We’re looking for a bridal set,” Mick replied as he wandered among the cases, towing Sonia along with him. He stopped and pointed to one set. “What do you think about these, babe?”
Sonia’s eyes widened. “It’s a little big,” she demurred.
Mick drew her close under his arm. “Sweetheart, I can afford it, if it’s the money you’re worried about.”
“Er … no … it’s not really my style,” she said, blushing. What she did not say was that she thought the bridal set simply garish. She set her purse on the glass top of the case and splayed her hand. “I’m a chef, Mick. I need something that won’t get in the way of what I do, because I don’t want to have to take off my ring every day when I go to work.”
Overhearing the conversation, the clerk gently interrupted. “If you’ll pardon my intrusion, but we have something that may suit the lady better, given her occupation.”
Mick looked up and nodded curtly. They followed the clerk to another case where a selection of bands was displayed. In that case were few clusters of gemstones that would snag on sweaters or require frequent scrubbing to remove debris.
“Oh, I like that set,” Sonia said, pointing to an art nouveau style bridal set. The graceful design on the bride’s band was enlarged and thickened to suit the masculinity of the groom’s ring. “What do you think? Can you play guitar wearing that?”
Mick hesitated, surprised that he was expected to wear a ring, too.
Sonia’s eyes narrowed and she asked quietly,
Before changing, she opted for a quick shower. It would have been great to linger under the multiple showerheads, but she feared that Mick’s patience would expire before she was ready. Her mind flashed back to a Pirates of the Caribbean movie in which character Elizabeth Swan proclaims how ready she is to be married. Sonia ran her hands down her body and understood.
Before donning fresh panties and matching bra and the dress, she spent several minutes blow-drying her hair. She debated for about two seconds whether to pull it back into the usual ponytail, but she had nothing to secure a ponytail in place. So, she left the somewhat damp tresses loose. She brushed her teeth and applied mascara and a light coat of lip gloss.
She emerged from the bathroom and Mick’s eyes practically devoured her.
“You look edible,” he growled. “Stay put.”
He disappeared into the bathroom, carrying his overnight bag with him. Fifteen minutes later he came out, dressed in crisp gray slacks and a dark blue silk dress shirt. Sonia’s breath caught in her throat. He’d look good, really, really good, in jeans and tee shirt, but dressed like that he was just plain gorgeous. He’d slicked his wet hair back into a stubby ponytail at the nape of his neck. Pulled away from his face like that threw into sharp relief his sharp bone structure, narrow, aquiline nose, and the full, sensuous lips. If a hawk or falcon had a human profile, it would look like Mick Hendriksen.
“Wow, you clean up pretty,” she complimented with a teasing lilt.
He grinned at her as he buttoned his cuffs. Then, he held out his hand and she automatically took it. “Let’s go ring shopping. I want the world to know you’re mine.”
Sonia grabbed her purse and followed him out. They met the chauffeur who drove them to one of the more exclusive jewelers. The chauffeur patiently waited while his clients picked out the perfect diamond.
“How may I assist you?” a sales clerk impeccably dressed in crisp black suit, white shirt, and red paisley tie inquired from behind an illuminated jewelry case. If he recognized his rock star client, he gave no sign of it.
“We’re looking for a bridal set,” Mick replied as he wandered among the cases, towing Sonia along with him. He stopped and pointed to one set. “What do you think about these, babe?”
Sonia’s eyes widened. “It’s a little big,” she demurred.
Mick drew her close under his arm. “Sweetheart, I can afford it, if it’s the money you’re worried about.”
“Er … no … it’s not really my style,” she said, blushing. What she did not say was that she thought the bridal set simply garish. She set her purse on the glass top of the case and splayed her hand. “I’m a chef, Mick. I need something that won’t get in the way of what I do, because I don’t want to have to take off my ring every day when I go to work.”
Overhearing the conversation, the clerk gently interrupted. “If you’ll pardon my intrusion, but we have something that may suit the lady better, given her occupation.”
Mick looked up and nodded curtly. They followed the clerk to another case where a selection of bands was displayed. In that case were few clusters of gemstones that would snag on sweaters or require frequent scrubbing to remove debris.
“Oh, I like that set,” Sonia said, pointing to an art nouveau style bridal set. The graceful design on the bride’s band was enlarged and thickened to suit the masculinity of the groom’s ring. “What do you think? Can you play guitar wearing that?”
Mick hesitated, surprised that he was expected to wear a ring, too.
Sonia’s eyes narrowed and she asked quietly,
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