I hum my victory and nuzzle my face deeper into her hair.
“You’re all mine today, baby doll.Let me spoil you.”
“You already are,” she mumbles.
I gather her hair into my fist, pull her head back, and rub my nose back and forth against hers.
“Not nearly enough.I dare you to try and max out my black card.”
She scowls.I take her mouth in a slow, drugging kiss, not pulling away until she chases me, and trail my fingertips along her jaw as she stares at my lips with longing.
“Or we can just do this all day?”I challenge.
Her scowl returns.
“You’re an ass,” she hisses.
I quirk a brow.
She sighs.
“Fine.Bet.Watch me spend worse than that bitch from the jewelry store,” she hisses.
I chuckle in amusement and enjoy the rest of the day as she makes good on her promise.A new cell phone, tablet, chargers, beauty products, shoes, suits, casual clothes, briefcases, bags, even replacements for her beloved drink carriers—she uses my card for it all.
Despite her best efforts, her purchases don’t come close to making a dent in my fortune.
I play the chivalrous partner and sit in waiting room after waiting room, giving her space in the changing rooms even though I long to join her, knowing I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself if she stripped in front of me.
When we return to the penthouse after dinner, I tease her about her lack of spending, but she merely shrugs.
Realizing I pushed her too hard, I usher her into bed, plug in the heating pad, and curl her around me.
Tuesday serves an unprecedented level of havoc as several projects go sideways.We launch into an overly busy workweek.
Despite the long, grueling days, peace hums in my soul knowing my baby doll will be by my side at night.Audrey does what no designer could ever do; she turns my penthouse into a home.With her scent permeating my sheets, her clothes hanging beside mine in the closet, and her products lining my bathroom shelves, she adds the perfect feminine touches to my previously cold, sterile life.
When Friday evening rolls around and she no longer looks drained and withdrawn, I drag her away from work early and drive to the upscale boutique my research indicated was best.
I toss the keys to the valet and retrieve Audrey before parading her inside, speaking with the woman behind the counter, and ushering my unwitting prey into the largest changing room.
“What are you doing?”she asks.
“I have things to try on as well, baby doll, so unless you want to be here all night—”
“Fine, but you stay on that side of the partition,” she demands.
I agree and enjoy the emotions flitting over her features as the attendants roll rack after rack of dresses and suits into the room.
“I take it we’re here for things to wear to the charity ball this weekend?”she says.
“Yes, that and more.We’re not leaving until you choose at least seven dresses.”
“Why seven?!”
“So I can take you out every day of the week,” I respond.
She huffs, stomps over to the nearest rack, and searches the first item’s collar for a tag.
