“Yes, and also the hotel with Lincoln and Asher.”
My mouth drops open. I knew they were mega-rich, but this is on a whole new level of richness. Why is he here with me? Supermodels, movie stars, and heiresses would be more suited for him.
“That’s amazing. I can’t imagine how anyone gets to own the businesses you have. It’s truly incredible. You must all be so proud.”
“Sure.” His response is blunt. Is he trying to be modest? I finish the champagne. The crisp liquid is smooth on my tongue, and I refuse Kade’s offer for another one. I want to be sober to enjoy what’s about to come.
He plucks the glass from my hand and brings it to a bar in the corner of the room. “I have a meeting I have to go to.”
“Now?” When he said he was coming to Vegas for business, I was hoping he’d changed his mind now that I decided to join him.
Like he senses my disappointment, he walks to me and cups my cheek in his hand. “It will only take around an hour. I’ll come back as quick as I can.”
He points to a door. “In that room, you’ll find everything you need to freshen up. There is a change of clothes, if you want them, and toiletries. I promise I won’t be long.” With that, leaves me alone, wondering what the hell is going on. I thought when we had the opportunity to finally be together, he’d jump at the chance.
I head to the room Kade pointed to. I’m curious to see what’s in there. I switch on the light and gasp at the sight before me. There’s more than a change of clothes. There’s a boutique of garments hanging on portable clothes hangers—evening gowns, cocktail dresses, dresses that are suitable for clubbing… stylish and not too skimpy. My fingers run along the fabric. Tags are still attached to everything. Gucci. Chanel. Louis Vuitton. I check one on a cream dress with a silver shimmer and nearly pass out. Five thousand, three hundred dollars. I’m too scared to touch anything. I’d have to work months to own one of these items.
On the bed is a pile of silky negligees in pale pink, black, and dusty gold. Also on the bed is underwear. Again, all of the highest quality. I pick up a black bra and panty set, expecting it to be dental floss. Instead, there’s a decent amount of coverage. It’s like Kade knows exactly the type of clothes and underwear I feel comfortable wearing. Something warm settles in my chest at the sweet gesture. When did he get the time? Was it when he was texting someone after we boarded the plane? The dressing table holds more toiletries and makeup than a high-end department store. He’s thought of everything. And by looking at the sizing, how did he know what would fit?
My head spins, and it’s not from one glass of champagne. I really need to call Sally.
I FaceTime her so I can show her the room. It rings four times before she answers, her hair is a rumpled mess like she’d been sleeping. “Daisy, why are you calling? You should be preoccupied. Oh, wait… has something happened? Has he done something to you?” She sits up in bed, clutching the sheet to her chest. Is she naked? Since when does she sleep with no pyjamas? “I will fly out right now and kick him in the balls if he’s being an asshole.”
There is no doubt in my mind that Sally would do what she’s threatened. She always has my back. “No need. He had to go to his business meeting. He’s coming back soon.”
“Oh… so when you said he was flying to Vegas for business, he really meantbusiness. Not gettingdownto business.” She smirks.
I giggle. “That’s coming later.”
“I hope you’ll be coming later too.”
I choke out a laugh. “You’re too much.”
“Remember, I want details.”
“No.” I roll my eyes. “The reason why I’m calling is to show you this.” Flipping the camera around, I scan the room, then bring it back around so I can see Sally.
“Are you in a boutique?” She frowns with confusion.
Plopping down on the edge of the bed, I pick up the silk negligee. “You’d think so with all these clothes. I’m in his hotel suite.”
Sally’s eyebrows disappear into her hairline. “All that is for you?”
“Yep.”
“Are you having a Pretty Woman moment?”
“That’s whatIsaid.” We are so different in many ways, yet sometimes it’s like sharing the same brain.
“He’s not paying you, is he?”
I narrow my eyes. “Sally, of course not.”
“I’d take a few of those dresses if I were you.” She grins.
I grin back. “It’s tempting. What do you make of all this?”
“He really likes you, and maybe it’s more than sex?”
