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Did they work off of commission?

“Just have it all rung up and packaged,” he told Jeffrey as he reached again for his phone.

“All of it?” Jeffrey clarified.

“No,” I said.

“Yes,” Cosimo said at the exact same time, but he was walking away.

A few feet away, an older lady was returning some items to the sales lady that she didn’t want. She shot a red-lipsticked smile at me.

“Honey, can I give you some practical advice, woman to woman?” she asked.

“Um, sure,” I said, feeling a little whiplashed from the events of the last fifteen or so minutes.

“If a nice man wants to spoil you, you let him. That’s what all that young and pretty is for,” she said, waving a hand toward my body in general before moving off.

“She’s not wrong,” Jeffrey agreed with a light in his eyes. “How about another glass of champagne while I get this all sorted for you?” he asked, but it wasn’t a question, because he was bustling off to get it.

I felt a nice little buzz moving through me by the time the bags were waiting for me at the counter.

I didn’t see the receipt, or hear anyone tell Cosimo how much it cost. But a little mental estimation said it had to all come out to almost fifteen thousand dollars.

Fifteen thousand.

And he was acting like that was nothing at all. Spare change in his pocket.

God, maybe it was.

“What?” he asked, catching me staring at his profile as he handed the bags off to the two guards who I’d completely missed, they’d been standing so far away.

Not liking to be caught staring, I said the first thing that came to my mind.

“I need to get some bras,” I said. Then immediately regretted it when, in public, with a saleswoman just two feet away, his gaze slid down to my chest, lingering for a long second, long enough for heat to rise in my cheeks, but also into my core.

“No, you don’t.”

Was the saleswoman trying to hide a smile at that?

“Yes, I do,” I said, voice lower.

“Not happening.”

“Pajamas too,” I added.

“You won’t need them,” he said.

Then he was turning and striding away, leaving me to wonder what the hell that was supposed to mean as I tried to catch up to him once again.

The thing was, by the time I did, he was sliding into the car with Miko.

And I was being shuffled into the other one.

I never got a chance to ask.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Cosimo

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