Epic fail.
“You’re going to get a huge commission off this sale. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you,” the woman warns.
“Hell yeah, I am,” Sabrina smiles to herself.
The woman shakes her head.
Sabrina scoffs. “It’s not like this is the first time a man like Hunter Reed has let some skank take his bank account on a field trip. At least those women have a single-digit pant size.”
They move to another rack further away, making it impossible to hear, but the ringing in my ears would have drowned out the rest of their conversation anyway.
Nausea rolls in my stomach, and my hands shake as I step back. I plop down on the small plush bench as I try to think through what I just heard.
There is a lot I’ve been ashamed of in my life, but my body has never been one of them, and that’s not about to change.
But…
Has Hunter brought other women here before? Is this some sort of routine he goes through with every woman?
Step One: hire a younger woman
Step Two: move her into the penthouse
Step Three: take her shopping and confess my feelings
Then what? Use her and throw her aside?
That’s not going to be me.
Standing abruptly, I tear off the dress over my head and search for my clothes—the ones I bought withmymoney.
I find my leggings and slide them on, or at least I try to. Leggings may be more comfortable than jeans, but they’re harder to get into. It’s like a whole cardio routine.
The difficult task only serves to increase my ire to a whole new level I’ve never experienced before.
Hunter Reed. Stupid rich man thinks he can use me. He better not show his face anytime soon, or I’ll?—
“How’s it going in there, Heartbreaker?”
My jaw clenches.
Heartbreaker? He’s going to regret that.
CHAPTER 25
SAVANNAH
Iignore Hunter’s question and continue to shimmy the tight yet stretchy material up mybeautifuldouble-digit waist.
“Savannah?” Hunter calls.
“I’m fine!” I snap, but it comes out exhausted from the struggle of getting dressed.
Hunter must hear how out of breath I am because he bursts through, concern etched into his face.
When he sees I’m not hurt, he freezes, unable to move. My own paralysis matches his.
Hunter stands there with pink cheeks, which I assume is from the cold outside. My leggings are halfway over my butt, and my boobs are completely bare. The little black dress was so tight that I decided to try it on without a bra.
