“It was made for you, Erin. We’re getting that one. Now back to your husband. Are you saying I paid you a full day rate and he did all the work?”
Oops.“Maybe,” I wince.
Mallorie laughs but doesn’t withdraw said payment, thank God. I’m not rich yet.
“Anyway, he’s not my husband.” I fold my arms. “I wouldn’t marry him if he was the last man on earth.”
“But he knocked someone out for touching you…”
I shrug. “Yes. So?”
“Do you know how many guys would actually do that for a woman?”
My frown lines are getting a work-out. “No.”
“None, Erin.Zero. That only happens in the movies, not in real life. And even then, it’s only if they really dig the woman.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that either this guylikesyou, or he’s simply got a lot of strength and an anger problem.”
“He definitely doesn’t like me. But he does have muscles bursting out of his skin. So, that and I guess he has an anger problem.”
Mallorie stares at me for a few beats. “You got pepper spray, right?”
I thin my lips, humoring her. “Yes. Three cans, just to be on the safe side.”
“You need to check in with me twice a day, okay? Tell me exactly where and what your plans are.”
“I will do.”
Her shoulders relax and she smiles, wickedly. “Okay. Thank you. Now… lingerie.”
I shake my head, laughing. “I’m not buying lingerie. He said to buy dresses, not lingerie.”
“Oh, come on,” Mallorie says, waving me back into the dressing room. “You can’t pull off designer dresses without decent lingerie and some of these dresses don’t cost a thousand so you have to make up the difference somehow.”
I regret telling Mallorie about my minimum spend limit, but she does have a point.
“And shoes. These outfits won’t be complete without some great heels.”
“Fine,” I mutter while pulling on my trusty leggings.
Thirty minutes later, the sales assistant is running up seven cocktail dresses, three day dresses, one pant suit, a summer coat, three sets of skimpy lingerie and four pairs of Jimmy Choos.
“All together, that comes to seventeen thousand dollars.”
Her smile is as extravagant as the commission she’s about to get, while my stomach is threatening to evacuate out my ass.
Thankfully, Mallorie takes over as if she spends this kind of money on the daily.
“Thanks so much. Please charge it all to Mr. August King. I believe you have his details.”
The sales assistant taps her screen a few times then looks up at us both.
“That’s all gone through. Have a great day now.”
We take the bags between us and walk out of the store in silence. Once outside, we face each other, our cheeks red and our eyes giddy. We squeal loudly at the same time, making at least two passing pedestrians leap out of their skin.
