Page 246 of The Heart You Kept

“That sounded ridiculous, even to me.” I smile, embarrassed.

He raises an eyebrow in agreement.

“You know what I mean.”

“No. I don’t.”

“Do I have to come?”

“Yes.” He goes back to reading. “Don’t even start that shit.”

“Polo…you’re such a blue blood snob.”

He sips his coffee. “I’ve been called worse.”

“Why do you think I need a shopper? Don’t you like the way I dress?”

“I do, I just thought…. She’s a stylist, she’s very good.”

“Has she styled any of your ex-girlfriends?”

“No. Why would you even ask that?”

“Well, I don’t want anyone young and hot and in love with you.” I imagine them all fawning over him and my blood boils. “I don’t want anyone who even knows you, actually? And I’m only interested in vintage fashion.”

His eyes flick up to me. “Would you prefer a male stylist?”

“Do you have one?”

“No, but Theo’s stylist, Laurent, is apparently very good.”

“Can I have him?”

“I suppose so.” He keeps reading his paper and turns the page. “If he looks at you the wrong way I will end his life, but hey, that’s on you.”

“Your breakfast, sir,” the server says, he has a man behind him and they are both carrying huge trays; they carefully place it all down in front of us.

“Thanks.” I smile, embarrassed, did they just hear what we were talking about?

“You’re welcome.” They disappear.

“Jeez,” I whisper as I look over the table. “There’s enough food for ten people here?”

“Yeah, well, I worked up the appetite of ten men last night.” His eyes meet mine and we smirk at each other, the air crackles between us.

“More like fifteen.”

“Eat your food.” He smiles as he unwraps the napkin.

I begin to cut my toast. “Can we stay at my place tonight? I need to get some more things and I want to water my plants.”

“I guess.” He exhales. “But I want you to move in with me full-time.”

My eyes rise to meet his. “You do?”

“Yes, our principal residence will be here. Bring all of your clothes.”

I roll my eyes, unimpressed that he just assumes we can live here.