“You were switching jobs, Peyton.”
“I don’t care. You’re my best friend, and I have some money finally tucked away. We’ll just find something on a good sale.”
“Fine, but I’m paying for our nails then.” I lifted my hands and studied mine. “I need to do something about these, and honestly, a manicure sounds heavenly.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” She stood. “I’ll get the kitchen cleaned up while you get ready. We’re going to get you dolled up nicely for your date with your British Billionaire. God, that’s hot. Does he have a brother?” She laughed.
“Nope, but he does have a best friend.” I smiled.
“Is he hot?”
“No clue, but for you, I’d be willing to find out.”
“Deal. Do it, and we can score two hot Brits.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I thought Logan was American. Even though he was born and grew up in England, he had left after high school. Meaning he had lived in America for just as long as he lived in England. Either way, the day would be fun, relaxing, and hopefully get me in the right mood for my night to come with Alfie.
*
We spent the day going in and out of what felt like every shop on Fifth Avenue. I finally found a dress that fit me perfectly and was on a great sale. We picked it up and turned to look at each other.
“Panties and a bra!” We exclaimed at the same time, only to get a warning ‘shhh’ from an older woman at the checkout counter.
We laughed and walked out into the sunny afternoon.
“All right. Victoria’s Secret is just up here.” Peyton glanced over at me as we walked down the busy sidewalk. “You need to get something super sexy for you and your boy to enjoy.”
I rolled my eyes. “Please tell me that your rhyming is by accident.”
She flipped her hair and gave me a playfully demeaning look. “Nothing I do is by accident, darling.”
“Oh, Lord.” I reached out and held the door open for her to go into Victoria’s Secret first before joining her. Something about the place left me feeling pretty and girlie. “All right. I think I want black.”
“Nope. White for sure. You need to give him a false sense of innocence.” She wagged her eyebrows and looked around the store. She knew me well enough to know that innocence was not one of my virtues. I was pretty sure I’d already told her about us having sex several times, but obviously, I needed to remind her again.
Or maybe this was one of those times she was vicariously living through me.
I laughed. “Really? We’ve already had sex several times. I don’t think he’ll believe that there is an innocent bone in my body.”
“Hmmm…that’s even better. If he already knows that you’re a sex kitten, then let’s put you in red. That’ll turn him on good.”
“You think?” I gave her a quizzical look.
“Yep. Read it in Cosmo. You know everything in there has got to be true!”
We chuckled and walked around until we found several cute sets. I tried them on and fell in love with the last one, turning myself on a little by the thoughts running through my head. Alfie would like it a lot…even if it would only be on me for a few minutes.
It was the thought of him tearing it off that left me wet and aching with need.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Alfie
The steady buzz of my phone woke me early Friday morning from a rather pleasant dream that involved Molly. I could feel the evidence of it pushed up against the mattress as I propped myself up on an elbow to reach across to the bed stand to find my phone. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I squinted against the bright light at the email notification. It was from Gary, one of the big investors who had been sitting around the conference table. I’d realized over the course of the week that my Gary was Molly’s Gary. Her former boss.
Sales are up 110%! Great job on the marketing idea, Alfie.
I didn’t feel as elated as I thought I would, but I felt amazed by the numbers. It was still Molly’s marketing idea. I knew that it would work in the U.S. branch. I just didn’t think that it would work at this rate, but I resisted the temptation to tell Gary that it was his former employee’s marketing technique that got those sales numbers up, and only after three days. My team had hustled like crazy to get it all together in time, but it was working—quickly. None of that mattered since I planned to ask for Molly to come stay in England with me, and also offer a spot for her on my own marketing team—full time.