Playing Mr. Perfect (The Bradens at Ridgeport #1)

Pepper

The hours pass in a whirlwind. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun. I’m treated like a queen at Dior, and though I fight Clay every step of the way, I finally settle on a black cocktail dress with heels to match, both of which are shamefully expensive. I apologize for initiating the must-do game a dozen times, but he just smiles and kisses me, bringing wild flutters to my chest and stomach, like he’s been doing all day. He arranges for my outfit to be sent to the hotel, and we hit Armani next, where Clay seems more than comfortable. I’ve never met anyone like him. He’s a chameleon, acting like a carefree kid one minute and looking like a bigger heartthrob than James Bond in an Armani suit the next. He makes arrangements for his purchases to be sent to the hotel, too.

It’s after two o’clock when we finish, and we realize we haven’t eaten lunch. Clay asks the salesman for our next destination, and we head to H?tel Plaza Athénée, an iconic luxury hotel and restaurant, where we enjoy an elegant champagne lunch.

“What do you think, Reckless? Are you glad you stayed, or are you worried about work?”