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“It will be.”
“Hold on. Will be? Do we actually have a meeting scheduled with him?”
Jet’s jaw tightens as he meets my gaze. “I’ll be talking with him tonight.”
“We’ve come all the way to New York, and he isn’t even expecting us?” I gawk at him. “That’s ridiculous.
“What’s ridiculous is that I have to chase a man I abhor around the world because he has something I want.” His blue eyes flash. “But I always get what I want in the end, Ava.”
I look at his outstretched hand and the matte black card between his fingers.
“Buy whatever you need. Take a nap when you get back from shopping if you like. Just be ready for dinner at seven.”
“I don’t need your money. You already bought me suitcases.”
He sighs impatiently. “I have a driver waiting in the lobby for you. He’ll take you to the stores that will have what you need. Now, please, I have work to do.”
“I can buy my own dress.”
“This is a business trip; therefore, your expenses are mine. Take the card, Ava… and use it.” His eyes hold mine with a look that tells me not to contradict him again.
My fingers tingle with the desire to push him. But I also really want to get out and see some of the city.
“Okay.”
He nods once like I’ve pleased him, then turns and strides across the room, pulling out his phone as he goes.
“Take a drink. You need to hydrate after a flight,” he clips before he disappears down a hallway.
I look around the room and locate the kitchen through some double doors at one end. I open and close the cupboards before finding a concealed refrigerator inside one.
It’s stocked with mini bottles of water and grapefruit juice.
I grab a juice, then head out of the door with a smile.
“If that’s him, why aren’t we going over there? They’ve almost finished eating.”
Jet’s eyes darken as he looks at the man dining with an attractive younger brunette across the room.
“He’s with his daughter.”
“And? Maybe she works with him.”
“She doesn’t. Francesca is a model.”
I look at the beautiful woman again. A perfect, wide smile lights up her face as she talks with Callaghan. She’s stunning.
I straighten the sweetheart neckline of the cobalt blue dress I bought from Fifth Avenue. It was fun shopping with Jet’s card. I picked up matching lingerie for underneath too, and some business outfits.
“Don’t fidget,” Jet clips.
I scowl at him. He’s been a moody jerk ever since I came back to the penthouse. I hope he packed his skipping rope because he has serious stress to work out judging by the pulsing vein in his temple.
“The dress is perfect. Leave it,” he adds, sippinghis wine.
I look down at my dress and smile. Itisperfect. The sales assistant at the store looked at me strangely when I handed her Jet’s card to pay for it. His driver called him to appease her, and I didn’t need the speakerphone to hear his annoyed response at being interrupted while he worked.
“Ava Roberts can buy whatever she wants to. Charge it to my card.”
