Bradley Austin was lost in thought, the weight of Freya Lawson's question hanging in the air.
She had a penchant for luxuries, and for her, he'd spare no cost. Especially when she was his, and only his.
But her voice pierced his contemplation, edged with uncertainty. "Why the silence? We hardly know each other to be trading gifts, Mr. Adams. I'll send everything back. Where should I wire the refund?"
His response was cold, unyielding. "Gifts from me aren't meant for return. If they're not to your liking, just get rid of them."
Freya Lawson hesitated. His casual dismissal of items so pricey was baffling. "It'd be a waste to discard them. I'll have them refunded to your account."
A thick, palpable silence ensued.
Within the vast confines of his office, Austin's demeanor shifted to one
