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“What’s this for?”
“I’m giving you my card.”
“I can see that. But why?”
“I assume you lost a lot in the flood. Use the card to buy yourself anything you need.”
“But…” I stumble for words, still confused. “You just said you’ll pay me ten thousand dollars a week. I can use that money to recover from the flood.”
“Money really isn’t an issue for me. Take the card and go shopping.”
My eyes switch back and forth between Daxton and the card, until finally I can manage words. “What’s my spending limit? I don’t want to overstep my boundaries.” God, this is weird.
“Delphine.” He laughs, placing both hands on the countertop in front of me. “There is no limit. All I request is that you buy expensive outfits for our dates so you look nice. Other than that, buy anything you like: clothes, books, makeup, dance costumes, more panties that sayLick my pussy. Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
I gasp and sit a little taller, feeling the skin on my neck prickle. “Mina—my friend—bought those panties for me as a joke.” I swear I could kill her right now. The panties have been sitting untouched in my drawer for over a year. The one time I wear them because every other pair is in the wash, Daxton of all people sees them.
He’s still chuckling over the comment. I meet his gaze, finding something playful within it instead of the cocky jerk I expected to find. I don’t understand this guy at all.
“Ah… okay. Thanks.” I tuck the card into my purse. “Um, one last thing. When do you leave New York next?”
“This evening. I’ll be returning in a fortnight. Make yourself at home here. Invite friends over if you want. Do whatever.”
I get this place to myself for two weeks? I try hard not to smile but there’s no stopping it. “Should we um… shake on the deal? Make it official?”
The left side of Daxton’s mouth tilts upward. He extends his hand and a jolt travels through me as our palms touch.
I’ll keep my wits about me, but gosh, I really hope I know what I’m walking into.
ChapterSeven
Jordan
“Babe, why are you wearing the same dress from your date last night?”
Crap. I should have known Mina would be onto me. I stand from my seat at the boutique coffee shop in the mall beneath The Hawk Grand Hotel and greet Mina with a hug. She’s wearing a pink sundress matching the pastel color of her hair and has a pink Birkin handbag hanging off her arm.
“Rich bitch.” I nod at the Birkin. We both laugh and take our seats.
“So, what’s going on?” She points at my day-old dress while placing her handbag on the table.
“I slept at Daxton’s place last night.”
“What?” She yelps the word at the same time as a dog yaps, the two sounds blending into one. The Birkin moves, then a furry little head pops out.
I laugh at the sight of Mr. Fluffy—the toy poodle Zac adopted for himself and Mina last year when they were in a fake relationship to promote their Broadway show. “Since when have you started carrying your dog in your handbag?”
“Mr. Fluffy loves sleeping in this bag. He was sleeping in it before I left my apartment. I didn’t want to break his heart, so I brought him along. And hey, let’s not get off topic here. You spent the night with Daxton? Iknewhe wanted to sleep with you.”
“Relax. I slept at his place because my apartment burned down.” Only now that I’ve finished speaking do I realize the irony of mixingrelaxandmy apartment burned down.
Mina’s lips part in disbelief. “Are you joking?”
“I have a better sense of humor than that.”
“You poor thing.” She pulls Mr. Fluffy out of the bag and shoves him into my arms. “Here. Puppy cuddles make everything better.”
“Thanks.” I stroke his curly fur and play with his ears, needing all the comfort I can get.
