Perfect disguise by Elizabeth A (best books to read for teens .txt) 📖

Dominic's POV.

I started the car quickly and looked at Diana. "Why will she do that?" 

"It is because she seem not to like you and she is curious about you."

I nodded and screeched the SUV through the driveway. "Oh." 

She leaned on the seat and crossed her hands. "Well, I guess we have no choice but to carpool." 

I nodded. "Yeah."

She covered her mouth and coughed. Then she looked outside through the window. I took a hand off the wheel and brought out a bottle of water from the drawer of the car. I stretched it to her and she took a gulp from it. 

She chuckled. "Thank you. At this point, I'm getting convinced you are my chauffeur."

I smiled and glanced at her. "Really? Then I hope you have a nice drive, ma'am," I joked.

She dropped the bottle beside her and leaned toward me, looking at me with pure amusement. Her face was an inch away from mine. I swallowed hard and tried to focus on the road. "You seem to have everything in your car, perhaps you also have a mint?"

I cleared my throat and willed myself not to look at her. She was so close. We could end up kissing if I glanced at her. I pointed at the drawer I opened earlier. "Check inside the drawer, I think I have some mints there."

"You see, you are really suitable to be my chauffeur." She withdrew and opened the drawer.

I chuckled and shook my head. "You are funny."

"Am I?" She inquired.

"Yeah. You don't seem like it, but you are."

She Unwrapped a mint and popped it into her mouth. Then she pouted.

 Gosh, she looked so cute doing that. 

"Hey! Are you trying to insult and compliment me at the same time?" She challenged me.

I poked her forehead gently. "Is that your way of telling me to compliment you?"

She snorted. "You wish." 

I glanced at her. "Do you have a sore throat?"

"Yeah, my throat is dry."

"Okay."

Luckily, her mother didn't close the gate on us. We parked the car at the closest Chanel boutique. She got down and held my hand as we walked into the boutique. We were directed to the VIP section. I sat down on the couch and watched as she strutted through the room looking at different fancy dresses. The boutique attendants kept explaining the quality of the dresses. I rolled my eyes inwardly and leaned on the couch. Gosh, this is so boring. I wondered why I agreed to this in the first place. 

Oh, I know. I didn't want to disappoint her.

Diana finally agreed to try out one of the dresses. She walked to me and held out the blue dress, displaying its outlines. "Dominic, do you like this dress?"

I looked up from my phone and arched a brow. "Huh?"

I didn't expect her to seek my approval. I glanced at the dress, it was a body fitting dress with short sleeves. "I think you should try it on."

"It is lovely, right?"

"Yeah, it will look good on you."

She beamed and went to change in the dressing room. She walked out and I gazed at her. It was hard to resist looking at her curves through the dress. I ran my eyes over her slender waist and curvy hips. She looked incredibly sexy in that dress. I'm certain other men would think the same. The thought of them ogling Diana got me on the edge, but I shrugged it off. I needed to focus. She wasn't my girlfriend, she was my fake girlfriend. 

Why should I be bothered about men being attracted to her?

She twirled a little before the mirror and looked at me. "So should I buy this?"

I shrugged. She seemed to love it, so I was wondering why she wanted my opinion. Besides, my taste in fashion is sour.

 "Yeah. You look lovely," I complimented.

She blinked at my compliment, she seemed not to expect it. Did I go overboard with my compliment?

I adjusted on the seat and fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. I pointed at the blue dress. "It's beautiful, you should buy it."

She pressed her lips suppressing a smile and brushed some strand of her hair backward. "I guess your taste in fashion isn't that bad after all."

I smiled and crossed my legs, trying not to look so pleased with her compliment. 

She went back to the dressing room. She came out in the second, third… and tenth dresses seeking my opinion on those dresses. Although I don't fancy shopping, I enjoyed spending time with Diana. She looked so happy and I've hardly seen her smiling this wide.  

She was at the counter while I stood by the boot of my car, watching as the attendants arranged multiple shopping bags in it. I couldn't even close the boot when they were done.

Gosh, how many goods did she purchase? 

I checked a shopping bag and saw various colors of a set of similar heels. I arched my brow. 

Why in the world would she buy a different color of a particular pair of heels?

I shook my head,  it is hard to understand a lady's taste in fashion.