The Billionaire's Seduction (The Billionaire's Temptation #1) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,32
it when a man took them shopping.”
“I’m not Julia Roberts, you know.” I punched him in the arm. “I may be hot and fun but I’m not a hooker.” I saw the confusion in his face and laughed. “Pretty Woman? Hello.”
He rubbed his forehead. “I may regret asking this but what does Pretty Woman have to do with our conversation?”
“Remember when Richard Gere gives her a wad of cash so she can go to Rodeo Drive to buy a bunch of expensive clothes to impress his friends?”
“Vaguely.”
“Well, it’s the same thing. You want me to get dolled up for your family. But you can’t buy me, Harry.” I threw my hands up in the air dramatically.
“I don’t want to be funny here, Sarah, but aren’t I paying you fifty thousand dollars to play the role of my fiancée?”
“Whatever, Harry. You do not get it.” I walked away from him and sighed. “Come on then, let’s go and buy me a dress.”
“I swear I can’t keep up with you, Sarah.” He shook his head at me and followed me into a store.
“That’s likely because most of the women you date don’t have much upstairs.”
“You mean their tits?” He smirked. “I do find I meet a lot of women with fake breasts.”
“Their brains, pervert.” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Sure.” He leered at my breasts and then chuckled.
“Let’s go look at some dresses before I change my mind.” I walked away from him, trying not to show him that I found his boy humor funny in a weird sort of way. I didn’t want to encourage him into making more bad jokes.
My heart raced as we entered the chic boutique. I walked over to the dresses, looking for the most expensive ones I could find. Let him pay out the nose if that was what he wanted. I found some couture dresses by Dolce and Gabbana and grinned. “Hey Harry, I found the dresses I want.”
He walked over to me and glanced at them. “Wow, that was quick. Are you sure?”
“Yup.” I grinned. This was kind of fun.
“Okay let’s get them.” We walked the two dresses to the cashier and he didn’t even bat an eyelash when the cashier asked him for ten thousand dollars. He just handed over his credit card, and I felt like my whole point was lost. I felt slightly let down that he’d just paid. I didn’t even know what the dresses would look like on me.
“Now what do you want to do?” He grinned at me after I thanked him for the dresses.
“Let’s go back to my place. That way I can pack and you can get to know me a bit better.”
“That sounds good, Sarah Karen.”
“Bradley,” I growled.
“Yes, Sarah Karen?” He grinned at me mischievously.
“Nothing, Bradley.” I smiled at him sweetly. “I just wish you were Bradley Cooper. I wonder what he’s like in bed.”
“I’ll get you for that,” he growled into my ear and I squealed as he patted my ass. “Just wait until tonight. You won’t even remember his name after I’m done with you.”
“Nothing’s going to happen tonight.”
“Sure.” He winked at me as we walked to the car he had waiting for us and I found myself grinning like an idiot with my two new dresses, happy to be enjoying myself with this man.
Chapter 11
“You sure have a lot of clothes.” Harry sat at my desk as I packed my suitcase.
“Not as many as most girls.” I flung two pairs of jeans on the bed and looked for my pleather pants. “Do you think I should bring some skirts as well?”
“We’re only going for four days, Sarah, not four weeks.” Harry beamed at me. “Tell me all about yourself, Sarah Karen Smith.”
“Well, there’s not much.” I plop down on my bed to take a break from packing. “I grew up near Miami, in a town called Coral Gables.”
“You’re a sunshine baby.”
“Yeah.” I grinned at him. “My parents divorced when I was ten but they continued living together.”
“After they got divorced?” Harry looked at me in surprise.
“Yup.” I nodded. “I’ve got a weird family.”
“When did they start living apart? When you went to college?”
“Nope.” I stretched out and sighed. “They still live together; even though both me and my brother have left the house.”
“What? Why? For money?”
“No. My dad’s a lawyer and my mom owns her own boutique.”
“So why then?”
“Because they are soul mates.”
“Soul mates?” Harry looks at me in confusion. “But they got divorced?”