Page 28 of Accidental Fiancé

“That’s exactly the kind of girl I’d marry. But if you want a new wardrobe in payment for doing this for me, by all means, let’s get out of here and go shopping.”

“Now?”

“Sure, why not? Piper’s babysitter is paid through today, and we need to get you moved in quickly.”

Maggie bit her bottom lip. “Fine. Shower first, then shopping.”

“As long as I get to watch.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes, throwing her napkin at me, her tits bouncing when she did so. She teased, “Pervert.”

“What can I say? You bring out the best in me.”

Chapter 11

Maggie

Inever knew a man who could shop like Jules. His first suggestion was a series of boutiques, but I opted for a mall. I couldn’t stand the idea of him dropping boutique money on me. It felt like taking advantage. But once I got him into the mall, I realized my mistake.

The way his eyes lit up when we looked at the directory should have been my first clue. I should have gotten worried when he insisted the first store we hit should be the sneaker store. His explanation was innocuous enough. “That way we have comfortable shoes for walking around.”

Which made sense so I didn’t see the marathon coming.

Six hours later, he had made half a dozen trips to unload our bags at his SUV. He insisted we grab a bite to eat before heading to his place, so we stopped at a little diner close by. When we sat in the booth, my back creaked like I was a hundred years old.

“You’re sure you’re not going to make me do more shopping after this? Because I’ll need more espresso if that’s the case.”

He smiled and shook his head as he perused the menu. “Unless there’s something else you need.”

“Oh my God, no. I didn’t even need the last three handbags you bought, Jules. Why all the stuff?”

“You looked at them like you wanted them.”

I cocked my head and frowned. “Huh?”

“You looked at them the same way you looked at me last night.”

My cheeks heated. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? “I was just… it was acting when I looked at you like that last night.”

“Acting. I see.” His sly smile made me tingle in places I should not have been tingling. We were friends, nothing more. He lowered his voice, his tone cocky as he teased, “Then should I return them?”

He wasn’t wrong about the purses. I wanted them. I just didn’t realize how easily he could read me. I tried to sound casual. “No, we can keep them. I like them.”

His damn smirk said he knew I wasn’t acting last night. So I dodged his gaze by ducking behind my menu. It was safer back there.

Once our food arrived, I said, “Tell me more about Piper.”

Again, he lit up. “She goes to a private day school for kids her age. It’s at a semi-retired nanny’s house, Etta Pence. Etta is amazing. She takes eight kids a year, maximum, and she has them during the day from ten to three, Monday through Friday. She teaches them all kinds of things—Piper can already read at a fifth-grade level, thanks to Etta.”

“That’s great.”What am I going to do during the five hours she’s gone?

“You have a car, right?”

“Yeah. She’s older than I am, but she runs.”

A single vertical line formed right between his brows as he frowned. “No safety features?”

I laughed flatly. “Outside of seatbelts? No.”

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