You walk through Paris, along one of the most expensive streets and you stop in front of a Chanel window display.

You're fully aware that you can't afford anything here but for some reason you find yourself fixated on it.

A deep voice behind you pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Each of your eyes is more beautiful to behold than these diamonds."

You turn around to see Camden, a tall man in a black suit, brown hair falling over his eyes and a sharply defined jawline.

He's breathtaking and you can't help but keep staring at him and the smirk growing on his lips makes you feel like he's reading your thoughts.

"Oh my eyes? Thank you!" You say.

He chuckles softly and shifts his gaze back to the window.

"It would suit you well, too bad it's too small."

You laugh, thinking he was kidding.

"Let's see if there's a better one." He steps past you and prepares to open the door.

You grab hi sarm and pull him back before he enters.

**"There's a big misunderstanding, I can't afford these jewels... I was just looking." You whisper loud enough for him to hear.

He laughs again and you realise how close you both are in this moment, so you quickly step back with your cheeks flushed.

"Oh yes, there's a very big misunderstanding. I would never let my wife pay for anything."