perfect

Remo, impeccably attired in a tailored suit that undoubtedly surpassed most car prices, led Abby into the extravagant jewelry boutique. The air was filled with the scent of polished wood, and elegant chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow throughout the store.

Abby clutched her purse tightly, glancing around nervously. Her simple yet elegant dress contrasted sharply with the glittering displays of diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires that adorned every surface, making her feel like an outsider in this world of extravagance.

With unwavering confidence, Remo turned to Abby and offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Abby. We're here for a reason, and I'll make sure you find the perfect ring." His voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the opulent chaos surrounding them.

Abby nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "Thank you, Remo. I just hope I won't feel out of place."

Approaching a glass case filled with engagement rings, Remo gestured to the sparkling array. "Let's take our time and find something that suits both of us. After all, this is just a contract, but it doesn't mean we can't make it special."

Abby examined the rings, her innocent eyes widening with wonder at the intricate designs and sparkling stones. "They're all so beautiful," she whispered.

Remo leaned closer, sending a subtle shiver down Abby's spine. "You're the most beautiful thing in this room, Abby," he said softly, catching her off guard with his tenderness.

Abby blushed deeply and averted her gaze.

The store manager tensed and rushed over as soon as he spotted Remo, a nervous smile on his face. He was an older man, and his graying hair gave him a charming look. "Mr. Quinn," he said before turning to Abby with wide eyes. "Miss." His gaze lingered uncomfortably on her, making her shift uncomfortably.

Remo's grip on Abby's arm tightened, his possessiveness becoming more pronounced as he noticed the manager's inappropriate gaze. He nodded at the manager curtly, his tone displaying a hint of irritation. "We're here to look at wedding rings, not for a fashion critique. If you want to keep your eyes where they belong too, I would advise you not to overstep your boundaries. Respect my wife."

The manager stammered an apology, clearly flustered by Remo's stern response. "Of course, Mr. Quinn, I apologize if I overstepped." He quickly retreated, leaving Remo and Abby to continue their search.

Remo, still perturbed by the encounter, turned to Abby, his concern evident in his eyes. "Are you alright, Abby?" he asked, his voice filled with sincerity.

Abby nodded, grateful for Remo's protective stance. "I'm fine, Remo. It's just... I'm not used to this attention, especially in a place like this."

Remo's expression softened as he gently caressed Abby's cheek with his thumb. "You don't have to worry about anyone but me when you're with me," he assured her. "Now, let's forget about that and find the perfect ring, shall we?"

Abby smiled, feeling reassured by his words. "Yes, let's do that."

They continued to browse the dazzling array of jewelry, and Abby stopped when she saw an emerald stone necklace. It was so beautiful, and she wondered how it would look on her.

Abby's eyes fixated on the emerald necklace, captivated by its deep green hue and the intricate design that surrounded the gemstone. She gently lifted the necklace from its display, cradling it in her hands with a mixture of awe and fascination.

Remo, who had been examining rings nearby, noticed Abby's interest in the necklace and approached her with a knowing smile. "That necklace would look stunning on you," he commented, his eyes locked on Abby's.

She met his gaze, her heart fluttering at his words. "Do you think so?"

Remo nodded, then took the necklace from her hands and expertly fastened it around her neck. Remo's fingers lingered for a moment, brushing against her skin with a gentleness that made her heart race.

The cool touch of the emerald against her skin sent a shiver of delight through Abby.

Abby looked at herself in a nearby mirror, the emerald necklace accentuating her natural beauty. Her breath hitched as Remo's fingers continued their sensual exploration of her skin, tracing a tantalizing path along her collarbone. The feeling of his touch, so deliberate and intimate, sent a wave of desire coursing through her.

Their eyes locked in the mirror, their reflections revealing the unspoken attraction that simmered between them. Abby's cheeks flushed with a deep shade of crimson as she met Remo's smoldering gaze, her heart pounding with an intensity that matched the fiery spark in his eyes.

Remo's voice, a seductive murmur that sent shivers down Abby's spine, echoed in her ears. "Now it's perfect."

She met Remo's eyes in the mirror, her own filled with a passionate longing. "It already was perfect," she replied in a soft, sultry tone, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Remo's gaze locked onto hers, the desire between them intensifying. He slowly leaned in, his lips brushing against the nape of her neck, causing a shiver to cascade down her spine. "You have no idea how perfect you are," he murmured against her skin, his warm breath sending delicious tingles through her.