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“Is that what this is about?” I press a kiss to her lips, just now remembering I hadn’t kissed her when I first walked in.
She shrugs, looking up at the ceiling as if she doesn’t want to admit it.
“Shortcake, you shine brighter than any other person I’ve ever met. You don’t have to fit in because you outshine everyone else. It’s a remarkable thing.”
“If someone would’ve told me months ago that you say such sweet things, I would’ve told them they’ve lost their mind.”
A small laugh erupts from my chest.
She grabs the collar of my shirt, bringing my face down closer to hers. “No, really,” she continues. “Who knew this cold, ruthless man isn’t all that cold at all.”
“I’m only like that because I’m withyou. No one else gets this side of me.”
She smiles, standing on her tiptoes to place a kiss against my lips. I try to deepen it, but she pulls away before I can.
“This idea is crazy,” she points out, her eyes scanning my face. “You don’t seem like the spur-of-the-moment kind of guy, yet here you are.”
“What can I say? You bring out the worst in me, shortcake.”
“I think it’s the best.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “Yeah, I do, too.”
I feather kisses along her cheeks, pulling her body fully against mine, trapping her arms between us. “So is that a yes?” I ask against her cheek before moving my lips to her forehead. I don’t stop peppering kisses along her face until she finally answers.
“Okay, I’ll do it!” she yells, trying to push me away. “Camden, you have to stop. What if a customer walks in?”
“There have been times they could’ve found us in far more compromising positions,” I point out.
She snakes her arms around my waist, sliding her cold hands into the waistband of my pants. “Did you hear me say I’d go?”
I smirk. “I did. But I’d like to hear you say it again.”
“I’ll go to New York with you.”
“Good.” I slap her ass just before Lexi walks out of the back room, carrying a large pan of pastries. “Time to go get packed.”
47
PIPPA
“This isall for me to try on?” I ask, staring at five racks of clothing that fill one of Camden’s guest bedrooms.
He stands behind me, his hands on my arms and his lips pressing into my shoulder. “It sure is. I told the stylist I wasn’t sure what kind of look you were going for, so I wanted you to have options.”
I stare at the mountain of sequins, tassels, and silk in front of me. It’s overwhelming. We landed in New York a few hours ago, and my head has been spinning ever since. I went to school in Chicago, and while it’s not Manhattan, it’s still busy and totally opposite of Sutten. This has been a whole different world. I should’ve known from the moment the private jet picked us up that nothing could’ve prepared me for the world Camden lives in.
He has drivers, a private chef, and house staff who greeted us upon our arrival at his penthouse. And apparently, he has things like stylists who show up with dresses that probably cost more than my mortgage.
“I don’t know what to say,” I whisper.
“Don’t freak out.” He presses his lips to my neck, as if he can tell I’m getting overwhelmed.
“I knew our lives were different,” I begin. “I’m not dumb. But this is just…a lot.”
“If it’s too much, we can skip the gala altogether tomorrow. We can hang out here or go somewhere low-key in the city.”
I shake my head, turning around to face him. “No, I wanted to come and experience your world. I want to see your gallery tomorrow, and I want to go to the gala. I want to see everything about your life here. I just didn’t really know people had personal stylists, is all.”