Page 9 of Her Fiance’s Father

Frowning, I close the page. “I dunno about run away. Maybe just invest in a little getaway place where they could have a little…fun.”

“Ew,” Katie says softly. I smile again as I stand. I have to look down at her. She barely even reaches my chest. She’s adorable and irresistibly sexy at the same time. But as I look at her, standing there in her shorts and T-shirt, I realize something.

“You don’t have any of your things.”

The look on Katie’s face tells me she just realized it too.

“Oh God. You’re right! What am I gonna do?” She runs a palm across her forehead. “I do not want to go back to that house with Kyle there—”

“You don’t have to,” I assure her, going back to the laptop. I slide an arm around her waist and set her on my lap like the good little girl she is. Christ, I’m so hard it hurts. I bet she can feel my cock pressing into her plump ass. “I’ll order you anything you need.”

Her voice catches in her throat as she looks at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “W–what do you mean?”

A possessive urge comes over me. I’ve been rich my whole life. Provided for people. But Katie is the first one I actually want to spend money on.

“Do you know what I’m worth, angel? You pick out anything you want, and we’ll have it here tomorrow morning.”

Katie’s pupils dilate. Angel. I just called her angel, and it felt totally natural.

Because that’s what she is. Just having her against me like this has my balls aching and my fingers tingling, ready to explore every inch of her curves. Gritting my teeth, I pull up the Bergdorf Goodman website, one of the most expensive department stores in the entire country. Katie’s body goes rigid when she sees it.

“Robert, no—”

“Yes,” I reply, placing her hand on the trackpad. “You need some things.”

“I can’t. It’s too expensive.”

“I can afford it.” I guide her finger to the menu and select dresses. She gasps at the selection—and their prices. “Do it for me.”

She pivots, staring at me in confusion. “For you?”

I nod. “That’s right. I want to see you in all of these, angel.”

Katie’s perfect lips part, and her jaw drops. I see her tongue behind her white teeth and feel my will breaking. The urge to kiss her is just too great. My shaft is so swollen too. Just sitting like this is uncomfortable. I need to do something to relieve the tension.

“I–I couldn’t—”

“Angel,” I say, my voice low. “I wasn’t asking for permission.”

Pulling her closer, I guide her hand across the page, whispering into her ear, getting her to point out the dresses she likes. And of course, I point out the ones I like too.

Then we move on to jackets, sweaters, bottoms, tops, and finally, the best yet. Lingerie.

Her cheeks go red as I take over the trackpad, selecting the sets I’m dying to see her in. Christ, if I’m this hot for her now, how will I handle her when she’s wearing lace and a garter belt?

“Oh, and we can’t forget heels,” I say. “What’s your shoe size?”

“I’m a seven.”

You may wear a seven, but you’re a ten.

I pick out a closetful for her and go to the checkout screen. She gasps again when she sees the total.

“Robert, are you sure? You could buy a car for that—"

“This is the easiest purchase of my life,” I reply as I click the confirmation button.

Katie hesitates for a moment, then looks down and away, almost like one of us has just done something wrong. I can’t stand seeing her even remotely upset, so I brush her hair back and lift her chin, bringing her eyes to mine.