"It is." He glances over at me. "Do you like it?"
I nod. "Um, yeah, it's nice. Do you?"
Miller shrugs and pulls out onto the street, dodging cars and weaving through the traffic. "I'm not really a car guy. I told my team I needed a car, and this is what showed up."
"You're shitting me?"
He peeks at me briefly. "About what?"
"This is like a hundred-thousand-dollar car. Base price." I notice all the fancy embellishments and add, "And this isnota base model."
"I really don't know how much it cost. Is that a lot for a car?"
"I mean, I don't even own a car..."
"Do you want one?"
I tilt my head toward him. "If this is where you joke about buying me a car, we can skip that."
He throws his hands up in defeat. "Don't buy the woman a car, got it, noted."
"Oh and speaking of that." I reach into my bag and unzip the side compartment, pulling out Miller's property. "I cannot accept these."
Miller does a double take at what's in my hand and accelerates through an intersection. "Why?"
I shake my head. "You're my client, and my friend. This is too much."
"Can't you take it as a bonus or something? I mean, I'm paying you for a job, can't you consider it as compensation or something?"
I blink at him. "There's twelve hundred dollars here, Miller. And this..." I hold up the black American Express, which according to Google is reserved for the company's wealthiest clients who spend a fuck ton with them every single year. "I can't keep this."
"It's for emergencies." He pauses and then adds, "Or like, whatever you want."
"Do you give all of your interior designers access to your black Amex?"
Miller glances over and winks at me. "Just the pretty ones."
I swallow and clench my jaw in an attempt to force myself not to outwardly react. Did he say what I think he did or am I having a complete mental fucking breakdown?
"There are plenty of pretty people at my office. You should get a few more of these things made." I flip the card between my fingers, the weight of it so strange compared to normal flimsy credit cards.
Miller pulls the expensive car in front of the exclusive restaurant and puts it into park. "We can go somewhere else if you're not feeling this place."
"Like McDonald's?"
"Would you prefer that?"
"No."
"Okay. Good, because I don't think they have fast food on this side of town."
"That's a shame."
He trails his gaze to the card in my hand and the stack of cash resting on my lap. "You should put that away before you lose it."
I sigh and continue to hold it toward him. "I can't take this."
Miller breathes in and out. "Listen, if I take it back, here's what's going to happen."
