Page 125 of Consummation

“Oh, you’ll know.” He pulls me to him and plants a kiss on my lips that’s so passionate, I’m certain he’s about to bend me over thetable and fuck me senseless right here and now. But, nope, he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls away and slaps my ass. “Now get showered and dressed, Party Girl. You’ve got exactly forty-five minutes—don’t keep me waiting.”

“Yes, sir,” I say.

I head into the bedroom, as directed, and gasp when I see what Josh has laid out for me to wear: a formal red gown, red lace bra and undies, black strappy heels, and a small clutch covered in sparkling Swarovski crystals. I look at the label on the gorgeous dress.Carolina Herrera. Oh my God. I can’t even imagine how much this beautiful creation must have cost. Quickly, I throw off my clothes and slip the gown on, even before showering, just to make sure it fits—and, man, oh man, does it ever—like a glove, baby bump and all.

“Wow,” I say out loud, staring at myself in the mirror. “Hello,Pretty Woman.”

It’s actually astonishing how much this dress looks like a modern update of the iconic red dress Julia Roberts wore in that movie. Of course, Josh wouldn’t know that since he’s the only human in the Western Hemisphere who’s never seenPretty Woman, but, truly, this gown is a dead ringer for that famous dress. I giggle to myself. This is such classic Josh Faraday—even without knowing it, he’s managed to fulfill one of my top fantasies.

I slip out of the dress and hop into the shower, singing “Pretty Woman” at the top of my lungs—and just over an hour later (oops, I’m little late), I emerge from the master bedroom wearing my beautiful Julia-dress and gorgeous, strappy heels.

Josh is sitting across the room, looking down at his phone, dressed to perfection in a classic, tailored tux. At the sound of my entrance into the room, he looks up from his phone and his handsome face bursts into immediate flames.

“Wow,” Josh says. He hops up and strides toward me. “Look atyou.Wow.”

I twirl. “You like?”

“Ilove.” He kisses my cheek and I’m treated to the scent of his delicious cologne. “You’re absolutely stunning, Kat,” he adds.

“So are you,” I say. “You look amazing.”

Josh furrows his brow, apparently considering something. He blatantly looks me up and down. “Hmm.”

“What?” I ask, suddenly feeling insecure.

“Something’s missing.”

“Huh?” I look down at myself. “There was nothing else laid out on the bed,” I say.

Josh purses his lips. “Ah. I know. Hang on.”

He strides with great purpose across the room and grabs a flat velvet box off the bar—and the minute I see that damned box in Josh’s hand, I know exactly what’s up.Red gown. Tux. Flat velvet jewelry box. Holy Julia Roberts, Batman—Josh is re-enactingPretty Woman!

I clamp my palm over my mouth. “Oh my God!” I gasp.

Josh holds up the velvet box, a huge smile on his face, but before he can say a word, I begin jumping up and down and shrieking like a monkey escaping from the zoo.

“Oh my God, Ilovethis movie,” I shriek excitedly. I take a deep breath and shake out my arms. “You’re incredible-amazing-wow-I’m-so-excited-thank-you!”

Josh laughs. “Are you okay? Do you need a minute?”

I giggle like a hyena. “I can’t believe you did this! When did you watch it? Oh my God!”

“Are you okay? Are you gonna pass out?”

“I’m good. Oh my God. Go ahead. Holy shit. Okay, I can totally do this—I swear. Do it. Gah! Okay.Go.” I bite my tongue to keep myself from babbling further.

Josh smiles. “Ready?”

I nod, still biting my tongue.

Josh slowly opens the box... to reveal the most redonkulous diamond necklace I’ve ever seen in my entire freakin’ life. It’s even more spectacular than the one Sarah wore on her wedding day—something I didn’t think was possible.

Of course, I know this necklace is just a rental—I’ve seen the movie twenty times, after all, so I know how this scene goes—but, still, this is so freaking exciting, sounexpected, I can barely stand. I can’t believe Josh eventhoughtto arrange aPrettyWomanfantasy for me! I can’t fathom how that’s even possible.

Josh is grinning wickedly, holding the box open, inviting me to enact what comes next in this scene—and, of course, I’d never, ever disappoint him.

“Can I touch it?” I breathe.

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