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He shakes his head. “No, not today. I have something else very special planned.” Then, the CEO leads me over to a black town car where a chauffeur waits on the sidewalk. As we step up to the vehicle, the man bows slightly and opens the door.
“Thanks, Harold,” Damon says.
“Of course, Mr. Stanton,” the older man replies courteously. Then Damon helps me into the back of the car before getting in beside me. The vehicle is astonishingly nice. The seats are soft black leather with shiny chrome trim on the handles and center console. To my surprise, there’s a privacy divider separating the front half of the car from the back, and I turn to Damon.
“I thought only limos had screens.”
He shakes his head.
“Nope. Some town cars do too, for privacy of course. Here, let me put that up.”
He presses a hidden button on his side, and sure enough, a whirring noise sounds and the screen rises, locking us into our own world. Then, before I have a chance, Damon leans over and pulls my seatbelt around me, buckling me in before strapping himself into place.
Turning to him, I raise an eyebrow in question.
“Do I still need my comfy shoes? Or should I have worn stilettos seeing that we’re in a car?”
The CEO smirks.
“I love you in stilettos honey because they push your big breasts out even further, and you know how much I love your breasts.”
I giggle while swatting playfully at his arm.
“You love my breasts because they give you milk. But seriously, where are we going? Are you planning on kidnapping me? I’ve already been locked in your bedroom for a week.”
He snorts.
“And you loved every minute of it, sweetheart.”
I grin before nodding.
“You’re right,” I smirk again. “But seriously. Where are we going?”
He leans over and places a sweet, quick kiss on each of my cheeks before placing a final one against my mouth. Then, leaning in close to my ear, his kisses the sensitive skin just under my lobe and whispers, “I’m taking you shopping, sweetheart. That’s why you need sneakers. We’re going to walk around a mall together, and that’s your workout for the day.”
My mouth drops, and my eyes bug out.
“What? No, you can’t do that. I can’t let you take me shopping, Damon. It’s just too much.”
He pins me with fierce eyes and I stop rambling.
“It’s not too much, and I want to do it,” he says while cradling my pregnant belly with tender hands. His eyes soften. “Besides, I want to buy some gifts for the baby so we’re going baby shopping.”
I swallow the lump in my throat.
“That’s really nice, but you don’t have to,” I whisper.
He presses his finger to my lips, silencing my protests.
“Shush. Now listen, sweetheart. I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Knowing I can give these gifts to you makes me happy,” he finishes with a simple smile. “What makes you happy makes me happy,” he clarifies. Then he leans over and presses a tender kiss to my tummy as my heart swoops and then soars. Tears swell in my eyes and I sniff, but I can’t stop the joy from spreading in my chest. How did I get so lucky? This beautiful man is not only wealthy and powerful, but he’s generous too, and enjoys doing things like buying gifts for my unborn child. Even more astonishing, the baby’s not his. I’m literally a woman whom he just met, and yet he’s spoiling me like a princess.
“You don’t have to do this,” I reiterate softly again even as tears prick my eyes. “You’re too kind.”
Damon merely ignores me and taps the divider, signaling the chauffeur to drive.
“Let’s go shopping,” he says with a grin. “It’ll be fun.”
My heart races as the car zooms through the streets of Manhattan, heading into Queens. Then, we drive through that borough as well and enter the leafy boulevards of Long Island. My nose is practically pressed to the window as I stare at the neighborhoods rolling by.
