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I’m not sure how long we stay for, but I manage to catch up on my inbox while taking time out to appreciate a fashion show that is purely for my pleasure.

Laura models the clothes like a supermodel, and I love the excitement in her smile and the soft heated glances she directs my way. I was right, shopping for Laura is an absolute pleasure and I could stay here all day. However, she soon exhausts the stock and I watch as the two assistants ring up several hundreds of thousands of dollars of sales.

Laura comes and sits beside me and smiles.

“Thank you.”

She presses her lips to mine and whispers, “It was a bit over the top, if I’m honest, but I appreciate the gesture.”

It makes me smirk. “We haven’t finished yet.”

“No, Troy.” Her eyes are wide, and I shrug.

“I’ve saved the best bit til last.”

“What bit?”

“Lingerie.”

I wink as she blushes a deep red and casts a nervous glance in the direction of the assistants, who are so preoccupied with their task they don’t even notice.

I lean in and whisper, “This time, though, I expect a private showing.”

“Where?”

“In the changing room, of course.”

“You’re a wicked man, Mr. Remington.” She shakes her head and grins. “I kind of like that about you. You know…” She cocks her head to one side and grins. “I should have taken this occupation up years ago. What’s not to love about it?”

Her words are meant to be taken lightly, but I don’t like them. This isn’t an occupation, it’s a promise to stay. Why doesn’t she realize that yet, but I don’t correct her?

These clothes are nothing to me. It’s only the first shop. There are at least five more on my list, and it may involve taking another day off. I am addicted to Laura and not even my work can tear me away from her. The plans I have concerning her are many and will involve lots of time inside her, starting in that changing room next door.

I close my laptop and place it in my briefcase before grabbing her hand and tugging her across to the desk, where I brandish my credit card.

“Run this through and charge it. Then deliver the packages to this address later today.”

I hand them my business card and they nod in impressed awe, the envy in their eyes feeding my egotism as I turn and kiss Laura softly on the lips.

“Let’s go and choose that underwear.”

I wink to the assistants whose mouths drop open as I walk from the store, having completed the first phase of spoiling my girl.

CHAPTER 39

LAURA

Iam exhausted. We have literally shopped until I dropped. Annoyingly, Troy looks as if he’s fresh from the shower and I appear to have been dragged behind a truck in the desert. I am so weary, hot and disheveled and mainly because he insisted on fucking me in the lingerie changing room.

I was mortified and wished like crazy there was a rear exit because I knew the assistant must have heard us. We weren’t exactly discreet, but Troy made up for it by buying almost one of everything.

From there we went to Chanel, then Dior and finally Saks, where I stared triumphantly at Crystal as she equipped me with all the basics and some rather gorgeous jewelry.

“Please say we’re heading home.” I say wearily when we step out onto the sidewalk.

He raises his eyes and smiles. “Home?”

I’m embarrassed at the slip of my tongue and say, “Yes, um, my home, actually.”

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