“Excellent. I’ll pack these, and then we can go see what else you like. Credit card’s open. No limit.”
Oh snap. I’d forgotten. “This is more than enough.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I have my orders to pester you if you don’t go wild.”
“He said that?”
“Exactly like that. So, ready to go wild?”
“Not even close to ready.”
I get the hang of it quite quickly, though. In the beginning, I exercise every ounce of self-restraint, going for small things: new moon-shaped earrings, a pair of gloves. But Christa is a little devil, tempting me like nobody’s business, and I’m a weak woman when it comes to pretty things.
She flaunts a knee-length floral dress with white straps and a wide belt around the waist, and I’m a goner. I try it on and it fits perfectly, but when I look at the price tag, my stomach plummets. This is Daniel’s card, but there’s a difference between wild and taking advantage.
“Only dresses on sale,” I tell Christa firmly.
“Daniel didn’t tell me anything of that sort.”
“I’m telling you. Please. I have half a mind to leave with what I got up to now anyway.”
That sets her straight, and she only tempts me with items on sale next. I end up buying a knee-length, thick sweater dress that molds to my body nicely and red ballerina shoes. Neither breaks the bank, but I draw the line here. While I watch Christa pack everything, my phone vibrates in my purse. Taking it out, I discover a message from Daniel.
Daniel: How’s project wild going?
Caroline: Well under way.
Daniel: Picture or it didn’t happen.
If he thinks he’s going to get pics of me in my underwear, he’s got another think coming.
Caroline: Cheeky bastard.
He calls me, of course. I step a few feet away from the counter.
“Whatever you say won’t convince me to send you pics in my underwear
. Buy a swimwear magazine.”
“I just want to see you, Caroline. Just you.”
“You’ve got some nerve, mister. And you’re still not getting pictures.”
“Did you have fun?”
“Yeah. Lots of fun.”
“Good. Wear something you bought tonight.”
The not-so-subtle command in his tone sends heat low in my body.
“I can do that. Have to go now, I’m holding up the line.”
After clicking off, I shove the phone back in my purse, smiling devilishly. I can definitely do that.
Chapter Eleven
Caroline