Page 56 of Wildest Desire

“No, I won’t be buying them for you,” I tell her, and she starts laughing even harder.

“Oh, good, the food is here.” I’m so glad to change the subject.

“Noted, it won't be mentioned again,” Lexi says, finally calming down from her laughing fit.

I enjoy seeing her like this. I plan on making her this happy for the rest of my life, and from this day on, I’m going to make sure that she smiles like this every day.

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I watch Lexi walking around the hotel room in her new shoes. “Don’t they look so cute?” she asks, not looking away from the mirror.

How can shoes cost so much? I'm sure her shoes cost the same as some of my work suits. Yes, I have the money to buy them, but I don’t spend that much on myself. If I’m not wearing my work suits, then I’m in plain old jeans and t-shirt. I've never been one to spend much money on anything other than having the penthouse remodeled. The only reason I'm spending it on that, is to remove any trace of Angie ever being a part of my life. I mean, I still carry the wallet I had in college. If it’s not broken, why change it?

“They would look even sexier if you were naked with your legs wrapped around my waist,” I tell her. That causes her to look away from her shoes and I give her a smile and a wink.

“That can be arranged for tonight,” Lexi says, looking back in the mirror at her shoes. She has been looking at them for about an hour now. “I got you something. It’s in the bag.” She points to the bed. Lying back,

I pull the bag over to me. No girl has ever bought me a gift and I know I’m going to love it no matter what it is, just because she bought it with her own money. As I lie on the bed opening the black ribbon on the Burberry bag, I look up at Lexi sitting on top of me. I pull out the little box and smile at what I know is in there. She bought me a new wallet. Lexi reaches into my jeans pocket and pulls out my old wallet. "Yours is falling apart.” She opens it and laughs when a piece hangs from it. “See what I mean? There's fabric falling off,” she tells me as she starts taking my cards out.

I hate that she spent so much on me, but I love that she cared enough to do it. I can’t remember when someone wanted to do something for me without wanting something in return.

“Do you not like it?” she asks, watching me staring at it.

“I do. Of course I do,” I say, giving her a kiss. “Thank you. You know I'll never get rid of this.”

“Good." She takes the new wallet from my hand and starts putting my cards in there. "Now you have a sexy new wallet that needs to take me out for a nice dinner with dancing.” She has a look in her eyes that tells me I’m going to love what comes next. “Then—” she stops when my phone rings. “For fuck’s sake,” she says, getting off me.

Yep, that shot the mood to hell and back. I grab my phone and swipe to connect the call. “What?”

“Everything has been sent over for the meeting, and Travis sent you an email about the plan changes for the London mall.” Selena is quick and efficient in relaying the message to me.

“Why did he change them?” I ask. I look over at Lexi, who’s sitting on the chair with her legs stretched out on the table, drinking a glass of wine. I can’t help but smile at her admiring her shoes.

“He said there was something he thought would work better. He's planning on sending it all on Friday—”

“No, not until I’ve read it. Tell him I'll email him back.” I snap. We worked hard on that, so I want to see what he changed.

“I'll let him know, is there—”

Ending the call, I walk over to Lexi. Looking up at me, she hands me a glass of whiskey. “You know, one day I’m going to throw your phone out the window,” she says with a smile.

Not saying anything to her, I drink my whiskey. As if that would ever happen. Sitting on the chair in front of her, I pull her legs off the table and place them on mine.

Rubbing her thigh, I think about how things have changed between us and how hard I’ve fallen for her. There are mornings when I turn to face her and drink in all her beauty, happy knowing she chooses to be here with me every day.

“Our wedding day, I promise—no phone,” I tell her, and she starts choking on her wine.

“Excuse me?” she shrieks, downing the rest of her wine.

“When that day comes, and you agree to marry me, that will be the day I have no phone on me,” I tell her again. I never really wanted to get married again, but Lexi brings out this side of me. She’s this bright light that I never want to lose.

Nodding her head, she fills her glass with some more wine, then takes a sip. “So… dinner, what time should we go?” she asks. I let out a little laugh at her changing the subject.

“Whenever you’re hungry.” Placing my glass on the table, I look over at my ringing phone on the bed. Taking her legs off my lap, she places them back on the table. I watch her for a moment as she looks out the window. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything about getting married. Walking over to the bed, I answer the phone.

Chapter 25

Lexi

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