“Please tell me this car isn’t waiting for us?” she whispers.
“Of course it is. How else was I supposed to get you around the city?” I grin. “You can’t seriously expect me to navigate the subway with you, sugar.”
“Oh, so now you think I can’t handle public transportation?”
“I’m sure you’d be perfectly fine.” I lean down, lowering my voice near her ear. “But I wouldn’t know how to get us anywhere. This is my first time in New York.”
Her face transforms with a gentle smile.
“Don’t feel sorry for me. I’m excited to discover the city with you.” I wink. “Besides, I wouldn’t be able to kiss you or touch you the way I want if we were underground with a hundred strangers.”
When I pull back, sure enough, her eyes are already sparkling with mischief.
“That’s what I thought,” I murmur as I open the car door and help her inside.
“I knew you were a gentleman, but the lengths you’re going to just to make today memorable…” Her voice trails off as the SUV starts moving, emotion shining in her eyes.
My heart does a damn somersault.
And the realization hits me hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs.
This version of happiness Penny’s been tempting me with? It’s exactly how I want to spend the rest of my life.
Making her happy. Being happy just because I’m with her.
“Hey,” Penny says softly as I close my eyes. “You okay?”
“I’m okay.” I keep my eyes shut as I squeeze her hand gently. “I think now that we’re finally on the ground, my nerves are settling.”
It’s easier than admitting the truth.
Chapter 26
Penny
There hasn’t been a single moment today when I haven’t felt like the luckiest woman alive. I can’t believe this man planned all this for me. For us.
Yeah, bitch.
And you’re still planning on marrying another man while ridingMiles’s dick.
After stopping for bagels and coffee in Midtown, we went to a French pastry class taught by the winner of last season’sSpring Baking Championship.
One time, Miles caught me watching reruns of the show while I did my skincare routine before bed. He never said anything, and neither did I.
And now we’re having a private class with the chef herself.
It feels unreal.
We made champagne and strawberry macarons and eclairs. I wanted to eat them on the spot, but Miles insisted they’d be dessert after dinner tonight.
Then we went shopping on Madison Avenue.
I love that he pays attention to the brands I like, but the moment he announced he was paying for my outfit for tonight’s date, I had to put my foot down.
“Miles, I already feel incredibly special today. I can’t begin to describe the way you make me feel, but there’s no way I’m letting you pay for this insanely extravagant trip and my clothes too.”
I remember the fire in his eyes when I made it clear there was no arguing with me. He likes calling me boss? Fine. I put my boss hat on.
