Page 22 of Her Kensington
“That’ll explain it. Come on, I’ll show you. I’ve got the same one.”
I follow Danni down the hallway and into the kitchen before she shows me what buttons I should be pressing to get myself a simple mug of black coffee.
“Are you sure you don’t want any milk in that?” she asks, screwing up her nose.
“No, thanks. This is perfect.”
“I love coffee, don’t get me wrong, but I can’t drink it like that. It tastes like treacle. So what did you want to do today?”
I explain my desire to brighten the house up a little and Danni tells me she knows just the place. Once I’ve had my coffee fix, I grab my purse and we head out.
“You can ask me whatever it is you’re thinking about, you know? Believe it or not, I’m the nice one of the three of us,” Danni suddenly says as she drives us through the city in her little sports car.
“Harrison’s nice.”
“Maybe to you. But you haven’t seen him at work. Let’s just say I’m glad I’m his equal and not his employee.”
“Oh?” I can’t imagine him as a harsh boss, but I’ve no reason to doubt what Danni’s telling me.
“Trust me, he has two very different sides. If we’re done in time, I’ll take you to see ‘boss’ Harrison.”
Thoughts of seeing him in action cause tingles to race through my body. Since the day I first met him, Harrison’s been nothing but a gentleman, kind and caring. Okay, so he can be a little dominant at times. I squeeze my thighs together at the thought. My squirming doesn’t seem to go unnoticed.
“See, you know exactly what I’m talking about. You’ve met dominant Harrison. Now just imagine that, but on steroids.”
“Shit.”
“Exactly. Right, we’re here. Let’s add some color to that bachelor pad of his.”
We spend well over two hours selecting everything we need to brighten up my new home. Danni seems just as excited about it as I am as she points out different bits she thinks Harrison will like.
As we stand and wait to pay for everything, I pull out the credit card Harrison left for me and suddenly I feel very unsure about my purchases. What if he wants his house left as it is? What if he doesn’t want any of this and just expects me to fit in with the way his life has always been?
“Are you okay? You’ve gone really pale,” Danni says when she glances at me.
“Am I doing the right thing?”
“With what?” she asks sceptically.
“All of this. What if he hates it?”
“He won’t hate it. He just wants you to be happy, and if this will make you happy then he will be, too.”
“Are you sure? It’s a lot of money.”
“Trust me, Summer. He’s got plenty.”
The chatty cashier cuts off any more conversation about Harrison’s wealth. I can’t say I’m not a little disappointed to not to be able to dig for a little more information. I know he’s got money, that much is obvious, but how much money exactly have I married into?
“Where now?” I ask once we’ve filled Danni’s car to the max with my purchases.
“We’re going to see your husband in action. I think it’s only fair you find out who you really married.”
My stomach tightens with apprehension of seeing Harrison in work mode. The drive is short and we’re soon parked out the front of a stunning old, red brick building with an expensive looking antique shop on the ground floor.
Following Danni’s lead, I get out of the car and walk around to the side of the building. She waves her handbag in front of a little black box on the wall and then pushes the door open.
“Do you work here too?”
