“Yes, well my job description also dictates that I have a day off, Kane. And today is that day.”
I edged towards the door, making him think he was going to have to work for it. I couldn’t deny there was something I loved about Kane begging me. And he would beg.
“I’ll buy you ice cream,” he offered.
I wrinkled my nose.
“Okay, and take you to see that new romance movie.”
I must have looked horrified, and it made his dimples appear. “What? You love that crap.”
“Oh my God,” I muttered. “Don’t ever say anything like that again… it’s just creepy coming from you. I’ll go shopping if you promise to stop talking right now.”
“Done,” he smirked.
“Just give me five minutes to change,” I said.
I walked down the hall and debated on what to wear. Kane only ever saw me in skirt suits, and this whole situation felt weird. This was the first time he’d ever shown up at my apartment. It was strange, but in a way it was good. At least I’d get to spend my last week in New York with the one man that I really wanted to. He could believe that it was a hassle for me, but it wasn’t true. It would never be true.
I applied a faint sweep of smoky eyeshadow to accent my blue eyes and followed it up with some lip gloss. A quick brush through my long blonde hair and I made my way to the closet. I decided on a pair of leggings and a sweater dress. Cozy and perfect for this time of year. Plus, I kind of wanted to throw Kane for another loop. But when I walked back down the hall, my heart stuttered a little.
He lurked near my kitchen table, where half of my stuff was packed, and where I’d also left the envelope with my resignation letter. He was way too close for my liking, and his back was rigid. But there was no way he would have opened it.Right?
I cleared my throat and he spun around. A strange expression filled his face as his eyes trailed over me. Like he was memorizing my every detail.
“Are you ready to go?” I croaked.
“Yep.”
He stomped towards the door and didn’t look back.
Chapter Three
Kane was being quiet. Too quiet. And I didn’t like it one bit.
I’d been following him through all the high-end stores, but he was yet to actually purchase anything. I already knew this trip was probably going to be fruitless and I’d end up running out last minute to pick up gifts for his entire list.
“Maybe if you tell me what you’re looking for,” I suggested as he stalked through the linen department.
He stopped short and spun to face me. And if I didn’t know any better, I would say he looked… angry.
“That’s a good idea,” he agreed. “I’ll tell you what I’m looking for, Aspen. You can help me pick it out.”
“Okay.” I shrugged. That’s why I was there, wasn’t it?
He led me to the lingerie section and gave me an arrogant smile.
“I need something for… a friend,” he hedged.
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. It was one thing to organize his dates, but entirely another to shop for their lingerie.
I plastered on a fake smile and nodded. One more week. And then I would be putting all of this behind me.
“Do you know what size she is?” I asked woodenly.
He tilted his head to the side and shrugged. “Mmmm, not really. She’s petite.” His eyes trailed over my body as he spoke as though he were comparing me to her. The thought made me sick.
“And she has a magnificent rack,” he added. “A perfect ass…”
