He nodded his head, as though agreeing with my assessment of myself. “It’s one of the things I like best about you.”
“What is?”
“How comfortable you seem just being yourself.”
Really, how could I argue with a guy who said things like that? Who liked me for me? You couldn’t, which was how I found myself being led to his car without any argument about how much money he’d spent on me.
“We’ve got one more stop,” Morgan said as he headed in the opposite direction of the house.
“I’m not sure how that’s possible, considering everything you’ve already bought for me today,” I replied.
“It’s not like I can’t afford it,” he retorted. “Besides, it’s all stuff you need because you’ve become a part of my life. Please keep that in mind during this stop.”
“You can’t buy me a car,” I protested as Morgan pulled into the Audi dealership.
“I can do whatever the hell I want to do,” he retorted, parking the Maserati in front of the building before turning to look at me.
“I already have a car.”
He laughed lightly and the raspy sound sent goosebumps up my arms. “I don’t think it’s fair to call that rust-bucket a car.”
“Hey! My mom loved that car,” I grumbled.
“Angel,” he sighed as he used his forefinger to lift my chin until I was looking into his eyes. “I’m not saying you have to get rid of your mom’s car if it means something to you. I have plenty of garage space to store it, but when you aren’t riding with me, you will be driving a car that I know is safe.”
“So bossy,” I muttered.
“Better get used to it,” he retorted as he lifted my hand to his mouth to place a kiss on my palm. “Now let’s go get you a car.”
“Do I at least get to pick which one?” I asked sarcastically, pretty sure I knew the answer.
“As long as it’s the newest A7 with all the bells and whistles and you want it in white or silver, then yes you can pick whichever one you want,” he replied with a hint of humor in his tone.
When we got out of his car and entered the dealership, a gorgeous blond dressed in a sexy business suit with a short skirt was waiting for us. Her eyes swept up Morgan’s body and appreciation flashed in them before they took in the sight of his arm wrapped around my back as he guided me towards her. After spending the day watching all the shop girls flirting their asses off, I was impressed with how quickly her expression cleared as she smiled at me and held out her hand.
“Welcome to Audi,” she greeted us. “I’m Reagan.”
Morgan and I shook her hand and he swiftly turned the conversation towards the car he was looking to buy me. She walked us over to a display model and rattled off all the features and mechanical mumbo-jumbo as I sat in the driver’s seat and tried to lift my jaw off the floor after seeing the sticker price in the window. It was damn close to six figures and the cost of this car would pay for my entire college education.
“You really can’t buy me this car,” I whispered to Morgan. “I’ll concede to the need for something safer, but there are literally a thousand other cars you could buy me which would be a major improvement on my car but wouldn’t cost a small fortune.”
I hadn’t lowered my voice enough and Reagan overhead me. Her gaze darted to the window, looking out at Morgan’s Maserati before returning to my face. An amused grin tilted her lips and her eyes lit with humor. “I’m pretty sure if you argue too hard, he might find another model which costs more.”
Morgan’s chuckle drew my attention away from her. He looked relaxed and happy, but I knew there was a core of steel hidden underneath the surface. Reagan was right. Resistance would probably result in him choosing something even more outlandish. So, I caved and let him buy me an Audi.
8
MORGAN
If someone had told me two weeks ago that I’d have my Angel living in my house and with me around the clock, I would have told them they were fucking crazy. Especially if they had said I wouldn’t have slept with her yet since I wasn’t even in the habit of spending this much time with the women who I took to bed. But here I was, driving her back from a visit to her hometown to pack up the last of her belongings because I couldn’t stand the idea of her doing it on her own. I’d even insisted she bring back the few pieces of furniture she said she had wanted to keep of her mom’s. The odds of any of it fitting in with all the shit the designer had put in my place were slim to none, but it was worth it to see her eyes light up when I made the offer.
“I told you I could handle this by myself,” the object of my new obsession muttered from the passenger seat of the pickup truck I’d rented for the day.
My hope when we’d headed out early this morning was that she would sleep most of the way there since she looked so damn tired but that hadn’t happened, so I’d turned on some classicalmusic in the hope that she’d finally catch a nap on the way home. “And I told you no way in hell was that gonna happen.”
Angelica’s head whipped in my direction as the snap in my tone made it clear she was starting to piss me off. “Yeah, you did but then you were super quiet all the way to my mom’s. And although it was good to have your help, you didn’t have much to say as we packed up my stuff and loaded the truck. We’ve been in here together for two more hours and you haven’t said a single word to me the whole way home.”
“Shit,” I mumbled, knowing better than to tell her that the nap I’d hope she would have taken would have done wonders to improve the shit mood she had woken up with this morning. “You seemed so fragile when we left the house this morning. I didn’t want to do anything to make today any worse for you than it already was.”
