With a cocky grin on his handsome face, he said, “Sugar, I might not have the millions you do, but I have enough to treat you to this trip—all expenses paid. Because when I say today is about indulgence, I mean it. And right now, I’m indulging in you.”
His lips brushed against my neck, a featherlight kiss landing on my pulse point.
My whole body softened at the contact. “Thank you,” I breathed against his neck.
“Let’s go find something fancy to wear tonight before my lower head gets other ideas and I get frisky with you in a changing room.”
I laughed at his crass imagination, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t secretly want him to follow through.
Even though it’s Miles’s first time in the big city, he walks around like he owns it. Dark jeans, soft white tee, and his worn brown Carhartt jacket. He looks exactly like what he is—a hardworking man. Confident. Sexy. Completely unbothered.
Every store we walk into, people stare.
Women practically drool over him while men look at him like they wish they were him.
I can’t blame them. I’d probably feel the same if he weren’t with me.
For a moment, my mind drifts to what it would be like with Easton.
Everything would’ve turned into a business conversation. He’d analyze sales strategies, talk profit margins, and figure out how each store could bring in more revenue.
Business. Money. Status.
Because with Easton, everything is about money and power.
Not wanting to let thoughts of him ruin my perfect day with Miles, I take a deep breath and keep browsing the store with a mimosa in hand.
Eventually, I land on a Dolce & Gabbana red satin midi dress with a built-in bustier and matching stilettos.
It’s stunning.
And somehow, it feels fitting for the last night I allow myself to indulge in the one thing I always swore I never wanted.
Love.
“Ready, m’lady?” Miles says after knocking softly on the bedroom door.
After we arrived at the apartment he booked for the night—where a private chef’s already hard at work cooking a special dinner for two—I got whisked away by a ridiculously stylish glam team to get ready for the evening.
Instead of answering Miles right away, I stop in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror for one final look.
Then I spritz on the new perfume Miles secretly bought me while I wasn’t paying attention, and finally open the door.
The air leaves my lungs.
Miles looks so irresistibly handsome in black suit pants and a white button-up with a very delicate blue pattern, which makes his eyes look even brighter. His hair is styled back nearly with gel—something he should definitely do more often—and his beard is trimmed to perfection.
“Wow, sugar.” His eyes slowly drag over me, drinking me in. “You’re already a beautiful woman, Penélope, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look this gorgeous.”
He lifts my hand and presses a kiss against my knuckle before tucking it through his arm and leading me toward the living area.
The way he says my name with that soft Spanish accent lowkey makes something melt in me every time.
“You look very dapper tonight, Miles.”
His face pinches with confusion.
My brows pull together. “Did I say something wrong?”
