Page 21 of Possessive CEO

“So…will you tell me where we’re headed this time? I don’t want to look out of place,” I pout.

“That won’t ever happen. But to answer your question, no. It’s a surprise.”

“It’s always a surprise. What if you’re planning to take me to the beach and I brought long sleeves? Or if we’re off to somewhere cold but I packed swimsuits?”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Then we’ll buy whatever you need. You don’t even need to bring a suitcase with you.”

Groaning, I spank his shoulder playfully. “That’s not the point.”

“What is? Just humor me, baby girl. You know I love doing this. I promised myself I’d give you the world. That’s exactly what I’ll do for the rest of my days.”

God, this man. “Fine. Take me wherever you want.”

“Good girl,” he says, voice dropping an octave. That voice does things to me, and my body is already going haywire.

More than ten hours later, we land in Paris.

I have never been here, only ever seen it in photos, movies, and TV shows. We ride in a black sedan, and I don’t even pretend I’m not overly excited to be here. The cobblestone streets, charming cafes, iconic landmarks, fashionable people. It’s exactly how I pictured it would look!

When the car slows due to traffic, I lower my window and inhale the smell of freshly baked goods and rich coffee. My mouth waters already. I can’t wait to walk around and stuff my mouth with the most delicious pastries. And croissant! I don’t care if my pants won’t fit when I get home. I need all the croissants and hot chocolate this city has to offer.

We stop by the Champs de Mars neighborhood, and I’m still gawking at everyone and everything when we step out and head inside. We take the elevator to the top floor, and I’m breathless with excitement when we arrive.

The heavy wooden door swings open, revealing a large, luxurious space with floor-to-ceiling windows and a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. I open the sliding doors and step out onto the balcony, inhaling the Parisian air and choking on a sob.

Never in my wildest dreams have I ever thought I’d visit Paris. But here I am. All thanks to Ethan. He literally makes all my dreams come true.

“We’re staying here?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he says as he walks toward me, a smile playing on his lips at my reaction.

“How long?”

“As long as you want. We own this.”

I don’t get the chance to react to that statement because he reminds me we have a dinner reservation in thirty minutes. Glad I packed a basic black dress that exudes understated elegance, I quickly take a shower, dress up, and apply minimal makeup.

The car stops in front of the Eiffel Tower and I’m momentarily confused. I don’t ask questions though because I’m too busy staring at it. And the restaurant Ethan mentioned? It’s on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower!

It takes a lot of effort to control my reaction this time and pretend I’ve been here before. But oh dear. All I want to do is stare at the views and even the people dining inside, but we’re seated at a table with a breathtaking view of Paris.

We’re halfway through the 7-course tasting menu when I notice Ethan has stopped eating. He’s sitting back, chin on his clenched fist and a smirk on his lips.

“Ethan? Don’t you like the food?”

“I have a different meal in mind,” he says huskily.

His words and the way he’s staring makes lust pool low in my belly and my thighs clench involuntarily.

“Ethan!” I hiss.

He just laughs, stands up, and walks around the table toward me. What is he doing? Is he about to kiss me senseless right here? Right now?

Instead, he stands a foot before me and sinks down on one knee. Oh, God. Oh my God. Is he? Is he?

He takes out a small black velvet box and says, “I’ve loved you the moment I saw you, Emily. And it’s not just because you make a damn good coffee.”

I chuckle, trying to blink back the tears.

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