Page 51 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

Grace chimes in. "You have a table at Rao's?"

"What's so special about Rao's?" I ask them.

"Only people with VIP access can get in. It's passed down from generation to generation. Getting a table is impossible unless you know someone with one. Plus, I mean, it's on the river."

"What do you say?" Drew ignores Grace and doesn't take his eyes off me. "Dinner at Rao's Thursday?"

"Sure, sounds great."

"Don't sound so enthused, London," Grace teases.

"Oh." I perk right up. "Sorry, I was thinking about what I'm going to wear." The dress at Charlotte's comes to mind but there's no way I can afford it on such short notice and since Archer called me a spoiled brat, I don't think I'll be using his Black Card to pay for it.

"I'm sure I have something you can borrow," Grace suggests.

"What? No." Drew chimes in. "Let's go shopping." He tilts his expensive watch face toward him. "I have about forty-five minutes to spare. I think there are a few shops around here. What do you say?"

I look at him, unsure of what angle he's playing here. He doesn't know me, we met briefly, and I mean so briefly I'm surprised he recognized me in the daylight.

"My treat," he adds. "Really. I mean, I'm askingyouout, the least I could do is make sure everything is taken care of."

"Damn," Grace mutters with a grin. "You two have fun. I've got to go."

"It was so great to meet you," Drew says to her.

Grace makes her way to the door, motioning with her hand and mouthing for me to call her later.

"What do you say?" Drew asks once we're alone in this coffee shop full of people.

"What the hell," I snatch my bag off the table, "why not?"

Drew smiles, and it's so strangely wholesome. He guides me out, his hand on my lower back even as he opens the door. Once we're outside, he sticks his elbow out for me to hold on to. He's so fucking formal and chivalrous, and I should be swooning, but I don't feel anything at all.

"How's your day going?" he says to me while we walk down the sidewalk together.

"Oh, um, pretty well, thank you. What about you?"

"Better now." Drew winks at me and points ahead. "What about in there?"

The shop where the girls were bitches to me. A perfect place to walk into with a hot guy on my arm and his credit card prepped to get me whatever I want.

"Yeah, that works."

My chest flutters at the idea of showing him off, but then I remember the comment Archer made about me being a spoiled brat.

So what, maybe I am. At least I'm not a grumpy asshole.

"After you," Drew tells me, holding the door open again. He follows me in, the store clerks flocking toward us without giving us time to even look around.

"Can I help you find anything today?" the blonde says to him, her eyelashes fluttering more than a normal rate. She doesn't take her eyes off him long enough to realize I'm the same girl from before. But I sure do recognize her.

"We need something for dinner," he tells her and glances down at me. "A dress, perhaps? Or whatever you're more comfortable in."

"A dress, yes," I confirm. "Long, though." I make a quick gesture to my casted leg.

"Formal? Casual?" The woman finally meets my gaze, her breath catching. She coughs. "Excuse me, I'm so sorry. Had something stuck in my throat." Her eyes water and her cheeks redden, and I can't contain the happiness that floats through me. It's pure fucking joy to witness her stumble over her words.

"We're going to Rao's," he tells her. "So maybe something with a sleek elegance to it, but not too formal."

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