Page 80 of Arrogant Playboy

We found the most gorgeous bar accessories, made from leather and titanium, very masculine. Then I insisted on buyingevery single manner of cocktail glasses as well as some gorgeous accessories and crystal decanters. Soft furnishings for the bedrooms and linens for the bathrooms were also purchased, he’s just missing the larger furniture pieces which I know I can get tomorrow when my suppliers open. All the items we were able to get delivered, all on the one day, so I’m going to go down and set up what I can with my team while we wait for the bigger items, which we are going to sit down tonight and finalize.

As if the day couldn’t get any more magical, he took me clothes shopping. I was dead against this when he hauled me into the first designer store where he made me try on a gorgeous dress that was way too expensive. But when I came out, I saw the hunger and need in his eyes as I paraded in front of him, he then pressed himself against me, showing me just how hard he was from watching me dress for him. I kind of continued, telling him to pick whatever he wanted for me, it was like prolonged foreplay. He went a little crazy or was horny with the number of things that he bought. We couldn’t carry all the items home, so he’s arranged for them to be delivered to my flat Monday night. Apparently, when you’re that rich and spend that amount of money, designers hand deliver your items to you whenever you want them for no extra charge.Mind-blowing.By the time we got home, Daniel was ravenous and pushed me up against the front foyer and had his way with me. He couldn’t wait any longer, and honestly, neither could I.

Now we are showered and relaxing with takeout, watching nothing much on the TV, while snuggled up on the couch as if we do this regularly. It’s strange how after such a short time, it feels normal for me to be walking around his home, for him to reach out and touch me while he cooks dinner.

“If I haven’t said it, thanks for today, I had fun. I do feel bad that you spent all that money on me though. You went a little crazy at the shops. I never expected it,” I say, turning his largehand over in mine, staring at the contrast of his tanned skin against the paleness of mine.

“It made you happy and it certainly made me happy.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my head.

“Just so you know, I don’t expect you to spend money on me like that.”

“I know, that’s why I did it because you would never have asked nor thought you were entitled to it. Honestly, I think you had more fun spending money on things for my home than items for yourself.”

“Homewares get me hot,” I joke.

“Noted.” I can hear the playfulness in his voice. “Remind me tomorrow to give you a spare key for the cottage so you can do your thing down there or if for whenever you need it.”

“Thanks. Wednesday, I’ll take the team down and we should have it knocked over in a couple of hours.”

“Am I allowed to organize a car for you and the girls?” he asks.

“Yes, that’s fine. It’s work.”

“That makes me happy,” he says, leaning over and kissing me again. “I don’t want this weekend to end.”

“Me either,” I confess.

He moves me so we are looking at each other. “You’re going to be busy this week, so I won’t see you till the weekend. And even then, I won’t be able to touch you.” He pouts.

“Maybe the week after? I’ll check my schedule.”

“This sucks. I’ve liked having you in my space, and I know tomorrow, this home is going to feel empty without you in it. That I’m going to spend this next week staring at every corner of my home and remembering all the wicked things I’ve done to you there. You make me laugh. I could listen to you talk about cushions for hours because you’re so passionate about them. You genuinely listen to me when I talk about my art and areeager to learn more. The way you try not to take life so seriously while reminding me how spoilt I am. You bring me down to earth, make me try new things like spotted dick,” he says, which makes me smile. “I want to show you the world, I want to experience everything it has to offer through your eyes.” That is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me, and a tear slides down my cheek. “Hey, now, no need for tears,” he says, swiping them away.

“They are happy ones,” I tell him.

“Good, because you make me happy, Rosie,” he says, leaning forward and kissing me softly. “I hope I make you happy, too.”

“You do.” I sniffle. “I ask one thing though.”

“Anything,” Daniel says.

“Please, don’t fall for me. I can’t offer you more,” I tell him.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

I wish I could tell him about Dubai, but Ivy has asked me to keep it a secret. They are friends so if she wanted him to know, he would.

“I’m not looking for more,” I tell him honestly and he looks surprised by that.

“Why?”

“Like I’ve said, my career comes first, I’m still building it. And I’ve found in the past that guys I’ve dated don’t like it when I am working long hours,” I explain.

“You know you’re talking to a workaholic here. No one knows what the future holds,” he says.

“Exactly, who knows, maybe I might be offered a dream job overseas.”

Daniel stills. Shit. Have I said too much? Does he know about Dubai? “Are you looking for another job?”

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