Page 45 of Billionaire Devil

$3,850.99.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter. Even with the money I made from selling my garments yesterday, I don’t have nearly enough. As if I’d spend all the money I have in the world on a pair of cowgirl boots anyway.

“Try them on,” comes the command.

“They’re too expensive,” I tell him, and I start to put them back.

“Try. Them. On.” Jeez. Bossy much? Colton takes them from my hands and he kneels down in front of me, holding one of the boots for me to slip my foot into.

Looking down into vivid blue eyes, I give him a look. But I obey him anyway, because these boots really are to die for.

They fit me like a glove.

And they’re the most comfortable boots I’ve ever had on my feet. The heel is the perfect height. I pace up and down the aisle in them to try them out and Colton watches me with a strange, mesmerized look on his face.

A saleslady has joined us. She’s dressed in full head-to-toe Nashville regalia. “They’re absolutely adorable with that dress,” she says.

They really are.

“We’ll take them,” Colton tells her, handing her his credit card. “She’d like to wear them now.”

“Sure thing, sugar.”

“Colton—” I splutter.

“Oh, let him, sugar,” the saleslady laughs, waving away my protest. “Never stop a man from buying you the perfect pair of cowgirl boots. It’s a cardinal rule here in Music City.”

“You heard the lady, Lila.” Colton winks at the saleslady conspiratorially, like they’re in this together.

“But—”

“No ifs, ands or buts about it, sugar.” I guess she calls everyone sugar. And she’s already ringing them up. “Those boots were made for you.”

They kind of feel like they were.

“Let your husband treat his beautiful wife,” she scolds me. “It’s the least he can do.”

“Oh, he’s not?—”

“Hell, ifmyhusband offered to buy these for me, I’d do anything he asked. And I meananything.”

Colton’s trying not to laugh. “Did you hear that, Sunshine?Anything.” His comment is too low for her to hear. ButIhear it.

Before I know it, the boots are bought and paid for and we’re back out on the street.

Except I feel different now. My feet are unbelievably comfortable, this is my favorite outfit I’ve ever worn, and theworld just got a whole lot more…glittery.No one tells you that wearing the perfect pair of cowgirl boots makes you feel like you’re living your very best life.

Or maybe it’s Colton Maddox who’s making you feel that way.

Colton gives the couple guarding our RV another two hundred bucks—plus a tip—and soon we’re headed back down Broadway. The whole excursion took less than fifteen minutes.And cost more than four thousand dollars.

“I’ll pay you back,” I tell him.

“It’s my treat, darlin’.”

“The Terminator has morphed into Blake Shelton,” I comment dryly.

“Affirmative.” In a southern accent.

“Oh my god,” I groan, but we’re both laughing like it’s the funnest joke we’ve ever heard.

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