The lock clicking shut startles me, and I look at her, my heart racing.
"The store is yours for tonight, Ms. West," she informs me with a smile.
I look at Mark questioningly, but he just grins and nods. "I told you I'd take you shopping."
"This is too much…I can't…" I mutter, looking around at the rows of dresses, suits, and blouses. I know most girls dream of being treated to a shopping spree like this, but I haven't even thought about it in ages. Sure I fantasized about winning some big gift card, but never that an ultra rich guy would just hand over his credit card to me.
"There's strings, obviously," he says, reading my mind correctly. "I get to approve everything you buy."
That dangerous look is back in his eyes, and I know there will be no arguing the point.
"Shall we start wit
