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He quirks a brow. “Stop what?” I can tell from the tick in his lips he knowsexactlywhat I’m talking about and he’s not planning to stop any time soon.
“Paying for all my stuff,” I grouse. Don’t get me wrong, I love being spoiled, but he’s making it really hard to be annoyed with him. “Remember, I’m being compensated well for this.”
“I know, but if I were your real boyfriend I’d most certainly be indulging you with anything you wanted, so just let me do that, okay?”
But thisisn’treal.
I bite my tongue. Better not to look a gift horse in the mouth as my mom would say.
In fact, I feel a challenge rise up inside me to see just how much money he’s willing to spend on me.
“I’m an expensive girlfriend,” I warn him.
He gives a quiet snort. “My card’s not even warm yet. Do your worst.”
With pleasure.
CHAPTER 20
ELIAS
We endedup having to hire a service to take all of Whimsy’s purchases back to the hotel suite. It’s no surprise when we enter the room after a long day of shopping and sightseeing to see the place stuffed to the brim with bags. I’ll have to arrange for whatever she doesn’t want to keep with her to be sent back to the States.
Whimsy freezes in front of me in the entry of the room. “I didn’t realize I got that much stuff.” She turns around, nearly bumping into my chest as she does. She takes a quick step back. “Why did you let me do that?”
“I assumed you were trying to prove a point, and the answers is there’s no limit on what I’d spend on you.”
“This has to be—” she starts.
“About two-hundred thousand dollars’ worth of designer goods. Honestly, I think you should’ve spent more. Should we go back out and make it five-hundred thousand?”
She makes a choking sound. “No, I’m good.”
“Let me know what you want to keep here and I’ll have the rest sent back to Miami or even Monte Carlo.”
She shakes her head. “I … I’ll return all this.”
“Nope.” I stride past her, kicking off my shoes. “Not a chance. I’m spoiling you so if any other fake boyfriends ever come along, you know that I’m the best.”
She lets out a huffing breath. “Fat chance of that.” Her shoulders sag. “Thank you for indulging this.” She gestures to the smorgasbord of bags and boxes.
“I look forward to doing the same in Paris.” I wink at her.
She groans and I laugh.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she announces, removing her shoes and rubbing at her aching feet.
“All right. I’ll just be here.” I settle on the bed, crossing my feet and reaching for the remote.
At the same moment, my phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to find a text from Noah.
Noah: Meet me at the bar for a drink?
Me: Sure. Be there in a few.
“Actually,” I announce. “Noah wants to grab a drink downstairs.”
“Okay.” She reaches down, massaging her calf. “Have fun.”
