A condition of his Grandpa's will stipulated that Brad must get married and stay married for a year, if he's to inherit Reinehart Industries. The deadline by which Brad has to get married is approaching quickly, so he proposes to Alexis Jones, the cute receptionist he met two days ago.
Alexis isn't really sure about the whole thing. But then Brad suggests that she go with him to Paris for the weekend, so they can both spend a bit more time together before she makes her decision.
Alexis is conflicted about the choice for a number of reasons. But two passionate days in Paris, followed by a day in Brad's glamorous New York world, help her to make up her mind.
He began to stroke the length of my bare arm gently, up and down, sending shivers through my spine.
"Are you having a good time?"
I nodded, trying to avoid the thoughts that had been plaguing me since landing here. But I'd had a little too much to drink, and they blurted out, "It's fun, considering the fact that I'm just a glorified hooker."
Brad only laughed, and said, "So is everyone here. Do you think people ever get together for love in this world? It doesn't happen, there's too much money pulling everyone's strings. Your parents dictate what career you get into, and couples trade money for sex and good looks. Don't let it bother you, it's just how the world is."
I nodded, trying to believe him. He was probably right - his world was complex, and people were far too practical to involve their emotions in decision-making.
"Now," he said, "You're wearing the pink lingerie set, aren't you?"
"I knew you'd like it. Pink suits you." He stared into my eyes and commanded, "Take off the dress."