You walk through Paris, along one of the most expensive streets, and pause in front of a Chanel window display. You’re clearly window shopping, fully aware that you can’t afford anything here. A stunning necklace adorned with diamonds catches your eye, and 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 a tall man in a black suit, exuding an imposing presence. His brown hair falls over his eyes, and his sharply defined jawline adds to his breathtaking appearance. You can’t help but stare at him, but the slight smirk growing on his lips makes you feel as though he’s reading your thoughts.

“Oh, my eyes? Thank you!” you reply.

He chuckles softly, and even his laugh seems refined. He shifts his gaze back to the window—the first time he’s looked away from you. “It would suit you well. Too bad it’s too small.”

You laugh, assuming he’s being sarcastic, but your laughter quickly halts at his next statement. “Let’s see if there’s a better one.”

He steps past you and reaches for the door, but you grab his arm—strong and solid—and pull him back, whispering just loud enough for him to hear, “There’s a big misunderstanding. I can’t afford these jewels; I was just looking!”

He laughs again, and you suddenly realize how close you are. Embarrassed, you quickly step back, your cheeks flushed.

“Oh yes,” he says, his voice smooth and teasing, “there’s a very big misunderstanding. I would never let my wife pay for anything.”