Jemma’s [POV]
I’ve never seen London before. The energy here is completely different from in Paris. It’s hard to explain. Maybe it’s my lack of sleep that gives my brain enough space to wander and let my childhood fantasies out to play but I feel like I should be wearing more than just a pair of flats and jeans as we roll past Buckingham Palace.
But that’s about as far as my thoughts get before Erik is swinging the car door open as we enter yet another hotel lobby. Pristine marble and emasculate flowers welcome us as does a flurry of flashing blubs and shouting reporters.
I throw my hand up in surprise and yelp. The men swoop in before my eyes can adjust after the bright flash and when they do, I have large shoulders blocking me from view.
Warren ushers me into an elevator wi
