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“I’m just looking out for a friend.” He smiled warmly.
Alex came out of the changing room a few moments later.
“Did you get the things I asked for?” he snapped. I couldn’t keep up with his moods.
He paid for his suit, shirts, and my glasses without saying a word as he snatched them from me. Would the glasses be coming out of my wages? Why did I need glasses anyway? I already had some; they were just back at the mansion.
“Take the tag off and put these on before you get outside,” Alex whispered, handing me the glasses. Confused, I did as he asked. It wasn’t until we got outside and were swamped by the paparazzi that I realized why he’d gotten them for me. Flashing lights were coming from everywhere as Shane directed us through the crowd of crazy photographers. The lights would have blinded me if I hadn’t been wearing my sunglasses. “Keep your head down and keep close,” Alex soothed, guiding me through the crowd by placing his hand on my lower back. Once we were safely inside Armani, I relaxed.
“That was insane,” I gasped, catching my breath.
“Your first paparazzi experience can be a little daunting.” Alex took his sunglasses off and gave me a reassuring smile. “But you did great.”
“Where did they all come from?”
“Word gets out fast,” Shane commented before going to liaise with the security in the store.
“And none of this fazes you?” I asked Alex, astounded.
“It’s been this way for the last fifteen years. I’ve had to learn to adapt.”
“You could shop in less known places, you know.”
“I could, but I like the attention,” he winked, walking away from me. Of course he did.
It surprised me when he walked over to the women’s department. I had thought he’d head over to the suits first.
“Are you thinking of treating one of your bimbos?” I teased, following him.
“No, you actually.”
“M…me?” I stuttered. “I don’t need clothes fromArmani.”
“It’s not that I don’t dig your denim shorts and T-shirt look. They’re fine around the mansion. But we have some important events coming up and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“I don’t need an Armani dress.”
“Try a few on at least. If you don’t like them, I won’t buy you one, and you can wear whatever you want.” That wasn’t fair. How could someonenotlike an Armani dress? “Out of curiosity, do you always wear shorts and T-shirts?”
“You remember the English weather, right? Or has it been that long since you went home? We hardly ever have shorts and T-shirt weather.”
“I left Britain when I was ten. I can’t say that I really remember the weather.” He was still aimlessly looking at dresses on the rack. “This one is nice.” Pulling out a short, black backless dress, he spun it around so I could see it.
“Where is the rest of it?” I gasped. That thing would barely cover my butt!
“This isfashion. Maybe I need to send you shopping with Diego.”
“This is better,” I muttered, showing him a long black evening gown.
“I’m not taking you to the Oscars. Do you have any idea how much that dress costs?” Shit, I hadn’t even thought about that. I turned the tag around and swallowed hard looking at the price.Twenty thousand dollars for a dress?
“I’ll get my own dress, it’s fine. There’s a Wal-Mart around here somewhere, right?” He shook his head, laughing at me.
“Try this dress on at least. It might not be as short as you think. The material stretches.” He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, I could tell.
“Just one dress?”
“Yes.” His eyes were dancing with humor. “You really are unlike any woman I’ve ever known.”
