“I’m not a princess. I’m a queen. Get it right, stud, or I’ll give you one of those haughty looks you’re always throwing around.”
“Oh no,” he says with mock fear. “Not the haughty look.”
“Yeah. It’s pretty devastating.”
“You don’t seem devastated.”
“That’s because I’m a badass. Which reminds me, your personal shopper is a super interesting guy.”
Lifting his brows, he strolls closer. “Interesting in what way?”
“In all the ways. How long has he worked for you?”
His gaze drops to my mouth as he approaches. “Axel and I have known each other for a while.”
I say brightly, “Oh look, another cryptic evasion masquerading as an answer! You’re very good at dodging questions, Mr. McCord.”
“And you’re very good at busting my balls, Ms. Sanders. That wasn’t on your resume.”
He reaches out, tak
