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Yes—I was kind enough toallowthis. It was very sweet of me considering that I, Mattie the Sunshiny Sunflower, won’t receive nearly as much enjoyment out of this as him.
I rest my head on his chest. "Thank you for accepting my gift of allowing you to take me shopping."
I heeded Ryder’s sage words of advice—I didn’t want to be a brat. Hence, why I gave Medici the present of a lifetime.
He rolls his eyes. "It was very thoughtful of you."
"I considered making you a homemade card," I continue, perusing colorful T-shirts. "But I decided that this would help us bond."
"It wasespeciallyconsiderate of you to permit me to buy you things usingmycredit card. I’ve never had a boy offer to do that before."
I blush. "Well, get used to it, mister. Your poor card wasn’t getting enough action trapped in your lonely wallet—it’s like a dog I’m taking for a walk."
Medici pushes out a growl. "I’m grateful."
"You should be." I pat his hand. "Now, let’s figure out what to buy me. Ooooh—these shorts look good."
I tug a pair of thigh-high hot pink booty shorts off a shelf. Pressing them to my hips, I try to gauge how they’ll fit.
Medici shakes his head. "Not your style."
"These aredefinitelymy style."
"You’re not slutty enough to rock those."
My jaw tumbles to the ground. "I can’t believe you said that."
He shrugs. "What? It’s true."
Wow. Just wow. This guy is a jerk. "I can fake it ’til I make it."
Medici smirks. "I think a tight little miniskirt would look better. One that makes that ass pop."
My cheeks turn bright pink. "I’ve never worn a skirt before."
"Damn. For real?"
I shrug. "The opportunity never presented itself. Cyan loves feminine clothing—he wears dresses around Amadeo."
"I’ve heard as much."
"On one of their first dates, he wore this gorgeous blouse to a local fair. It was adorable—he sent me pics. A pang of jealousy shot through me, I won’t lie."
"I also heard Cyan wears other unique things," Medici growls suggestively.
My eyes tick up. "What?"
"Diapers."
Everything in me grinds to a halt. My breath hitches as a nervous twitch makes my ear wiggle.
I play dumb. "I wasn’t aware."
"Bullshit." Medici snorts. "You’re one of his closest friends. Of course you’d know."
"Believe me—I’d tell you if I did."
"No, you wouldn’t." Medici smirks. "Because you’ve thought about doing something similar. That’s right—don't lie to me. Daddy can tell what’s in your heart. I also heard through the grapevine that you’ve consideredotherthings—certain activities that only the goodest boys do."
