Page 102 of My Destiny
“How did she do?” she asks.
“Great, we’ll take them.”
“All of them,” she says, her eyes widening.
“Yes.”
“No,” Brooke says, coming up behind me.
“Yes,” I reply, turning to face her.
“Logan.”
“Brooke.”
“I can’t believe you,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. Her actions only manage to push her perky tits further up, which gives me an even better view of my girls.
Averting my eyes away from her spectacular rack, they move back to her face. “Please let me do this for you.”
“But…”
I place my finger on her lips. “You’ll be coming with me to all my work functions from now on, so you’ll need these. Actually, you’ll probably need a few more.” My eyes move around the shop.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she says, placing her hands on either side of my face, turning it back towards her.
“I know your size; I can just come back another time.”
“Okay,” she says, sighing. “The black one—that’s my favourite. You can get me that one, but that’s it.”
A huge smile breaks out on my face as I lean forward and brush my lips against hers. “Thank you.”
“You’re ruthless. I’d hate to go up against you in court.”
I throw my head back and laugh. She’s not the first person to say that to me. I may be a nice guy, but when it comes to my job, that’s a totally different story.
I pull my wallet out of my pocket as I head towards the counter. “We’ll take them all.” When I feel Brooke pinch my side, I chuckle. I don’t even flinch when the sales assistant gives me the total, but I hear Brooke gasp beside me. Passing over my black American Express card, my eyes move in her direction. The scowl on her face tells me she’s pissed off, but I think that look is adorable on her.
“You’re such a scammer,” she says as we leave the store. “I’m going to pay you back. It’ll wipe out my savings, but if there’s one thing I’m not, it’s a charity case.”
“Hey.” I stop walking and face her. “Is that what you think this is?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t want your money, Hot Stuff.” When I see tears fill her eyes, I feel bad for deceiving her.
“Come here,” I say, folding her in my arms. “I love that you don’t want my money—truly, I do—but I want to do nice things for you. It makes me happy.” I draw back and place my finger under her chin to lift her gaze to meet mine. “Is that such a crime?”
“I’m not used to this kind of thing.”
“Well, get used to it. I want to spoil you.”
“I don’t need material things to be happy. Don’t you understand that?”
I exhale a long breath. “Yes, I understand. It’s just one of the many things I love about you, Miss Ryan.”
A smile tugs at her lips. “So, we can return the other two dresses then?”
“Nice try,” I say, draping my arm over her shoulder as we continue walking.
“You suck.” When she elbows me in the side, I throw my head back and laugh.
