Unbreak My Heart (Childhood Sweethearts Reunited) by Helen Scott Taylor Page A
Authors: Helen Scott Taylor
Tags: Romance
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"Only if I find something I like."
As Kate sorted through the dresses, the fashion advisor knocked on the door and handed her a selection of matching bras and panties. She smiled conspiratorially. "Mr. Le Court asked me to bring you these, madam."
Kate blushed as she examined the small hangers the assistant pushed into her hands. The underwear was all silky and lacy in pretty pastel colors. She held one of the lingerie sets against herself. What would Andre do if she modeled this for him? Her stomach did a fluttery hop and a dive. If only she had the nerve.
Kate discarded a white dress without bothering to try it on. White clothes went a nondescript gray after a few washes. Although, no doubt, these dresses were dry-clean only. The women in Andre's circle of wealthy friends probably didn't stoop to laundering their own clothes. Or if they did, they employed a person like Kate to do the job for them.
She wriggled into a navy dress and turned to look in the mirror. Someone she had never seen before stared back at her. With her sleek golden hair and the strappy form-fitting dress, she resembled the women Andre's father used to date. Andre said he didn't want a woman like that, but it seemed he did. She felt uncertain, out of her depth. She'd been happy to go along with his plan, but this wasn't going to work. The woman in the mirror wasn't her, and the moment she opened her mouth to speak everyone would know.
Kate stared at herself for so long Andre came to the door and knocked. "Come on, Kat. Have you set up camp in there?"
She didn't like this dress, couldn't wear it. "Hang on. I'm not ready." She dug the green dress out of the heap and slipped it over her head. This was the only one she would consider wearing to the Delacroix's party. With a fortifying breath, she unlatched the door and stepped out.
Andre nodded slowly, his gaze cruising over her from head to toe. Her skin heated and tingled under his scrutiny. "It suits you. What do you think?" he said.
"It's the best of the bunch."
"We'll go for this, then."
Kate glanced around to make sure nobody was listening. "I-I don't want the underwear."
He gave her a knowing smile. "You need it, Kat. I saw your bra when you fed Keiko. You can't wear that underneath a designer dress."
He'd seen her old bra! He wasn't much of a gentleman to mention it. Embarrassment changed to indignation. "It's an old maternity bra that's been washed hundreds of times. What do you expect? Anyway, how do you know I need new knickers? I hope you haven't been checking my drawers."
He chuckled and it took a moment for her to realize what she'd said. She couldn't suppress a grin. "Andre Le Court. Stop it. You know what I mean."
"I do," he said, with a teasing smile on his face. "I think it's a fairly safe bet all your underwear is in the same sorry state."
Annoyingly, he was right. During her pregnancy, the elastic in her underwear had stretched and now she had to keep hitching them up.
There was no point in arguing when he was right. "Fine, but I want to choose my own."
He gestured in agreement. She tried on a few more dresses and chose a plain gold silk with a matching jacket. To assert her independence, she selected two sets of emerald green underwear as well as the pastel lingerie. Andre bought her the beach dress, a white bikini, and a selection of other clothes he had picked out while she changed. As they headed for the door, Kate allowed herself a sigh of relief. They had finished shopping, and it hadn't been as bad as she expected.
***
Andre gathered up the bags and wedged the door open with his foot for Kate to wheel the stroller out. The fashion advisor had chosen most of the lingerie. Andre had enough trouble keeping his mind off Kate without selecting her underwear. Despite that, his imagination ran wild. As she negotiated the step, he leaned down and whispered, "Nice choice, the green satin lingerie. It's exactly the same color as your eyes."
Kate glanced around in surprise
As Kate sorted through the dresses, the fashion advisor knocked on the door and handed her a selection of matching bras and panties. She smiled conspiratorially. "Mr. Le Court asked me to bring you these, madam."
Kate blushed as she examined the small hangers the assistant pushed into her hands. The underwear was all silky and lacy in pretty pastel colors. She held one of the lingerie sets against herself. What would Andre do if she modeled this for him? Her stomach did a fluttery hop and a dive. If only she had the nerve.
Kate discarded a white dress without bothering to try it on. White clothes went a nondescript gray after a few washes. Although, no doubt, these dresses were dry-clean only. The women in Andre's circle of wealthy friends probably didn't stoop to laundering their own clothes. Or if they did, they employed a person like Kate to do the job for them.
She wriggled into a navy dress and turned to look in the mirror. Someone she had never seen before stared back at her. With her sleek golden hair and the strappy form-fitting dress, she resembled the women Andre's father used to date. Andre said he didn't want a woman like that, but it seemed he did. She felt uncertain, out of her depth. She'd been happy to go along with his plan, but this wasn't going to work. The woman in the mirror wasn't her, and the moment she opened her mouth to speak everyone would know.
Kate stared at herself for so long Andre came to the door and knocked. "Come on, Kat. Have you set up camp in there?"
She didn't like this dress, couldn't wear it. "Hang on. I'm not ready." She dug the green dress out of the heap and slipped it over her head. This was the only one she would consider wearing to the Delacroix's party. With a fortifying breath, she unlatched the door and stepped out.
Andre nodded slowly, his gaze cruising over her from head to toe. Her skin heated and tingled under his scrutiny. "It suits you. What do you think?" he said.
"It's the best of the bunch."
"We'll go for this, then."
Kate glanced around to make sure nobody was listening. "I-I don't want the underwear."
He gave her a knowing smile. "You need it, Kat. I saw your bra when you fed Keiko. You can't wear that underneath a designer dress."
He'd seen her old bra! He wasn't much of a gentleman to mention it. Embarrassment changed to indignation. "It's an old maternity bra that's been washed hundreds of times. What do you expect? Anyway, how do you know I need new knickers? I hope you haven't been checking my drawers."
He chuckled and it took a moment for her to realize what she'd said. She couldn't suppress a grin. "Andre Le Court. Stop it. You know what I mean."
"I do," he said, with a teasing smile on his face. "I think it's a fairly safe bet all your underwear is in the same sorry state."
Annoyingly, he was right. During her pregnancy, the elastic in her underwear had stretched and now she had to keep hitching them up.
There was no point in arguing when he was right. "Fine, but I want to choose my own."
He gestured in agreement. She tried on a few more dresses and chose a plain gold silk with a matching jacket. To assert her independence, she selected two sets of emerald green underwear as well as the pastel lingerie. Andre bought her the beach dress, a white bikini, and a selection of other clothes he had picked out while she changed. As they headed for the door, Kate allowed herself a sigh of relief. They had finished shopping, and it hadn't been as bad as she expected.
***
Andre gathered up the bags and wedged the door open with his foot for Kate to wheel the stroller out. The fashion advisor had chosen most of the lingerie. Andre had enough trouble keeping his mind off Kate without selecting her underwear. Despite that, his imagination ran wild. As she negotiated the step, he leaned down and whispered, "Nice choice, the green satin lingerie. It's exactly the same color as your eyes."
Kate glanced around in surprise
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