Page 56 of Protecting Bianca

She rolled her eyes. “Jager, I said that not because I don’t like the stores on Fifth, but because I know I can’t afford them.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on me today.”

She shook her head, but didn’t argue any further. I was glad.

Fifth Avenue was only about three miles from the hotel we were at, but it took us nearly forty minutes to get there.

“God, I hate New York traffic,” she said, crossing her arms. The movement pushed her breasts together and for a moment, I was distracted.

“Jager, watch out!”

“Shit.” I hit the brakes as some asshole pulled out from a parking spot onto traffic. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, fine. At least now we got a parking spot.”

I shook my head, incredulous at how she hadn’t freaked out. Most people would have torn me a new one for taking my eyes off the road.

“I’m sorry about that,” I said after parallel parking into the spot.

“Don’t be. I ride with River, and I swear to God that man should have his license revoked.”

Despite her smile, I wondered if I should have a talk with River about putting his life and his sister’s life at risk.

After opening Bianca’s door, we walked a few doors down until I reached a store I thought had potential.

“Oh no,” she said when she read the store name on the door. “I’m not going in there.”

“Why not?”

“Because this is a designer store and I don’t own anything designer, Jager.”

“Well, that’s about to change. Come on.”

I interlaced our hands and practically dragged her inside the store. After a few moments of her just standing there staring at the piles of clothes rather than rummaging through them, I called an associate over.

The woman wore black-rimmed glasses and held her hands clasped in front of her. “Can I help you?”

“Yes,” I said, while Bianca replied, “No, thanks.”

I frowned at her, but then turned to the sales associate. “Can you show us some pants and tops that would suit this beautiful yet stubborn woman beside me?”

Bianca cast me with a side-eyed look and possibly growled at me.

“Of course. Are there any colors or shades you prefer, ma’am?”

“Yes,” Bianca smiled sweetly. “The ones on sale.”

“Oh,” the associate looked genuinely shocked by her response. “We don’t have sales here, ma’am. We only stock the most current items from Ms. Delaney’s couture lines.”

Bianca kept her smile. “Of course you do.”

I nearly blurted out a laugh, but I bit my tongue. “Show us whatever you think would look best.”

“We should leave,” Bianca said once the associate turned around.

“Why? Do you not like the clothes in here?”

“Of course, I do. She’s the hottest designer right now, and she dresses one of my favorite actresses.”

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