Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(88)

“Now you take off that gorgeous slip and I’ll help you into the dress.” Laurent took the dress out of the bag, not giving me any real time to look at it.

“I’d like to change myself. Thank you.”

Laurent flapped his hand. “Non. It’s a difficult dress. You need help.” He was pushy, Jesus, but instead of arguing, I turned my back on him and pulled off my slip. Laurent held the dress for me to step into, and when I was inside, I quickly pulled it up over my stomach, then waited for him to zip it up. He told me to close my eyes and steered me over to the mirror in the dressing room.

“Okay.” His palm uncovered my eyes. “Open.”

“Wow.” My breath was truly taken away as I stared at my reflection. Words couldn’t describe my love for the royal blue Michael Costello dress. It was a mermaid-style, and my boobs had no straps for support, but the sweetheart neckline pushed them up perfectly. The thick material sucked my waist in to make it look smaller and clung to my hips and thighs. It ruffled past my knees and onto the floor, making a small train behind me.

Laurent carried on fidgeting and fussing with the dress for a while. He’d walk around me, step back to have a think, then he’d smooth it out here and there, pulling and tugging.

When he was finally done, he stood back, studied me, and smiled at last. “Belle, belle, belle,” he sang, then called Parks with a clap of his hands. “Mr. Parks.”

Parks walked through the bedroom door impatiently and paused in his stride as he saw my image. His gaze rolled avidly down my body, taking time on my embossed curves. I felt a little timid under his scrutiny. And hoping he loved it.

“Evelyn…you look sensational.”

“Was that a stutter, Monsieur?” Laurent teased. Parks walked towards me, forgetting Laurent was present and took hold of my waist before dragging his hands down my hips.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, still looking me over with masculine triumph, as if to say, Hell yeah, that’s my lady.

Laurent glowed, clapping his hands once. “I see you have no concerns?”

Parks halted him with a finger. “I have one.” He looked back down to my prominent breasts. “Do you think you could take this part up, right here?” In a serious manner, he took hold of the material that held my breasts up perfectly and pulled it up to cover my cleavage.

Laurent swatted his hands away as if insulted. “Ah, non. Non.”

“You’re unbelievable.” I smirked. “But thank you.” I aimed that at both men. “It’s amazing.” I planted a soft kiss on Parks’s lips, only for Laurent to point at his own cheek. I rolled my eyes playfully and gave him a small peck.

“You’re welcome, Princess.” Our smiles lingered on each other for a moment. We felt the heat, the passion, and lust diffuse as our feelings grew by the second.

Parks pushed a stay piece of hair behind my ear before Laurent nuzzled between us. “You keep look at each other like that and we’re going to have a bébé on our hands.”

Parks’s sexy scowl warned Laurent, who just laughed.

“Now for you, monsieur.” Laurent took out a measuring tape from his pocket and draped it around his neck.

“What are you wearing?” I piped up as Parks unzipped the dress for me to take off.

“A tux. Tom Ford.”

“Tom Ford?” I arched a brow, impressed. “His suits are crazy money.”

“Five thousand dollars to be exact.” Parks shot Laurent a glare, so he zipped his mouth up with an imaginary key and stalked out of the room to fetch the suit.

Leaving the two men alone, I headed back into the dressing room, hung up my dress, and slipped into a silk, black robe. Making use of the time alone, I quickly texted Steph to see how she was and texted Tabby back as she asked me again if we could plan our girly night. She was persistent, I’d give her that. But I felt she was clingy because she had nothing and no one. All she needed was a friend. I also had a text from Nia I’d forgotten to reply to. She was asking me how I was and said she was trying to get Parks to talk to her. Her text made me think she wanted me to push him her way a little more. But I didn’t think I was the right person to encourage a talk with a therapist when I was so dead against it in the beginning too.


Parks was just taking off a white dress shirt when I reentered the room. I didn’t get to see his suit, but that added to the intrigue for the night.

“My work here is done. I am genius.” Laurent beamed.

“Thank you.” Parks walked him to the door. “Your hair and makeup team will arrive shortly, Evelyn. Do you mind if I get back to some work while they’re here?”

“Hair and makeup team?” My question was squashed by another knock on the door, then in came two extremely attractive blondes with kits and suitcases full of, presumably, makeup and hair accessories.

“I’ll leave you women to it.” Parks dipped to kiss me, then headed back to his laptop.

“Miss Banks, I’ll be doing your makeup today. My name is Kim, and Chelsea here is your hairstylist.”

Chelsea gave a small, enthusiastic wave and ushered me over to a standalone chair. After plonking me down, she ran her hands through my hair, quickly studying the mass of lengthy chocolate-brown. Meanwhile, Kim placed around fifty makeup products onto the table nearby and also got to work after staring at my light olive skin and amber eyes.