It was probably Cristal. They would be expecting him to spend a great deal today and popped the good stuff.
“Moan like that and I’m dragging you home right fucking now, Harper,” he said, and her eyes flashed to his.
The manager returned with two trays, interrupting the moment.
“Here we go,” he said and laid them out on the cabinets. Harper leaned in and he could see her eyes light up like a kid at Christmas.
Daniel smiled.
This is what he wanted for her.
The first tray contained a range of jewelry in silver. He glanced at Harper's own silver jewelry. This man knew what he was doing.
She picked up a bracelet surrounded with shimmering diamonds, then put it down, swapping it for a ring with three bands all connected—also containing a ring of diamonds. The next bracelet was a wraparound style, with some type of nob on the end.
She quickly dropped that. Clearly not a favorite.
“These are gorgeous,” Harper said, looking up at him. “They might be a bit too much for a teacher.”
“Everyone likes nice stuff for special occasions,” he said.
Harper shrugged. “Not from your cousin.”
Was she jealous?
He moved closer and wrapped his arm around her lower back, resting it on her hip. She glanced up at him and he watched the tension fade.
Interesting.
She turned to the next tray where a silver watch sat. The square face was surrounded by diamonds and had black hands.
“You don’t wear a watch,” he observed, taking it from her.
“No,” she said, shrugging. “I used to.”
“This is an excellent choice, sir,” the manager said and gave him all the statistics on the piece. “It is from our Panthere De Cartier collection.”
Daniel knew price wouldn’t be mentioned, so he let him rattle on about the workmanship and so on.
“Perhaps you could try it on for Mr. Dufort, so he can see. For his cousin,” the manager recommended.
Harper nodded, taking it back.
“Sure.” She slipped it onto her fine wrist and Daniel knew immediately he was buying it for her.
It looked stunning.
“Well, it’s practical,” Harper said, turning her wrist. “Very comfortable.”
He smiled.
“She’ll need to get it insured with all those diamonds,” Harper said, glancing at him. “Or, you know, perhaps you could if she can’t afford it.”
Shit.
He hadn’t thought about that.
It was just another example of how different their worlds were.