Chapter 33: Grace

How could she even think that? It's Dominic for goodness' sake. Dominic! "No! Of course not."

"Well, that's a pity. I bet he's amazing in bed. Lord knows he has a ton of experience under his belt."

Yes, a ton of experience is right. He's probably slept with hundreds of women. The man is forty-five years old.

The salesgirl returns carrying four boxes, carefully setting them down on a chair next to Chloe.

"We had the three you asked for in your size. I also brought another pair that just arrived today."

Chloe perks up at the words just arrived today. They're like music to her ears.

The girl dramatically lifts the cover from the box and removes a beautiful sandal. Almost reverently, she whispers, "Jimmy Choo."

Chloe's eyes widen as she takes in the crystal-studded silver leather.

"Oh my God," she breathes, "those are stunning."

"They really are," I agree, feeling slightly awed.

She nibbles at her lower lip and asks, "How much?"

"Twenty-four hundred."