“Talk about art. You know art. You’ve studied under some of the best masters in the last week. It will impress him.” He held onto her a minute longer and when he let her go he was smiling that bad-boy grin of his.
“Now, remember that red gown with the train and the bow on the back? I want you to wear that tonight. I’ll be back in two hours with some jewelry.”
“Wes, I don’t like it when you buy me expensive jewelry.” She crossed her arms over her chest. In the last week, she’d gotten braver at putting her foot down on his insatiable purchasing habits. It didn’t seem to stop him, but she liked putting up a fight, even if it was a token one.
“I know.” He smirked. “But this isn’t just jewelry. It’s your collar.” He wasn’t smiling anymore. A dark intensity had replaced his charming grin. Was
