Page 300 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

It seems Zach has this whole thing planned out, down to the smallest detail. To test that theory, I say, “You know, you speak differently than the other drivers I’ve met.”

Trevor smiles and says, “Mr. Scipio felt you may be more comfortable with someone who chatted more colloquially. Am I doing all right so far, or would you prefer I stop?”

“No, it’s fine,” I tell him. “Just be yourself.”

“Are we going in?” he asks.

I look over at Marc, but he gestures back toward Trevor.

“I guess we are,” I answer and take Trevor’s hand.

Marc follows after I’m out of the car, and Trevor closes the door while Anthony, Marc and I enter the store.

As soon as I’ve crossed the threshold, I freeze. This is it. This is the actual Tiffany & Co flagship store on Fifth Avenue. Marc grabs my arm, pulling me out of the way as someone comes through the door after me.

“I don’t even know where to start,” I say.

“Wherever you like,” Anthony says. “Mr. Scipio wanted us to inform you that he’s referred you to the private room so you can peruse their finest pieces.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” I say as I start walking toward the first counter. “I’m not buying anything.”

There are a lot more people in here than I thought there would be, but I guess it only makes sense that a company that’s lasted this long in New York must have a regular flow of customers.

I reach the first counter and start looking at the pieces inside. There are some pieces for under a thousand, but not very many. Everything is painstakingly crafted, every cut on every stone made to bring out the best in the piece.

This is overwhelming.

“Can I help you, miss?” an older gentleman behind the counter asks.

“Oh, I’m just browsing—” I start, but Anthony interrupts me.

“You’ve been expecting Miss Michaels,” Anthony says. “She’s the guest of Mr. Scipio.”

“Yes, of course!” the man behind the counter gasps. “Right this way, miss!”

“Hold on,” I say, holding one hand up to the gentleman. “If you don’t mind, I’d prefer to look at the pieces offered to the general public, first.”

“Yes, of course,” he says. “My name is Clarence. What can I show you today?”

My relationship with Zach is meant to be about having fun, enjoying a once-in-a-lifetime experience while it lasts, but I’m not going to start spending buckets of cash just because I can.

“Do you have any tasteful, understated pendants?” I ask. “I’m not looking for anything too expensive.”

Clarence glances at Anthony, then at Marc, and then back at me. “Yes, of course,” he says, the pitch and volume of his voice having lowered considerably.

He leads me over to the other side of the counter to the necklaces, and my mouth starts watering.

“They’re all so beautiful,” I say. “I don’t even know where to start looking.”

“If I may, Miss,” Clarence says, opening the back of the display case and taking a necklace from inside and then holding it up for my inspection, “this is from our Enchant line. It’s an 18-karat chain of rose gold and platinum, and as you can see, the flower pendant in the middle houses fourteen stones around a larger, fifteenth stone in the middle, all brilliant diamonds.”

“It’s breathtaking,” I answer. “How much is it?”

“Twenty-seven hundred,” Clarence answers.

“Twenty-seven hundred?” I ask.

“Yes, miss,” he says. “If I may say, it would be an excellent piece to compliment your complexion. The rose gold brings out the—”

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