quick hug.
“You look so surprised. Wyatt didn’t tell you who was coming?”
Kelsey squeezed Evan back before releasing her. “No. He said a personal assistant.
That’s all I knew. But man, am I glad to see you.”
“Same here, sweetie. Wyatt asked Jace if he could borrow me to help you out with ‘girlie’
stuff.” She did air quotes complete with an eye roll. “I swear. You’d think I was
taking you out to buy your first tampons or something.”
Kelsey laughed, so relieved to see Jace’s girlfriend that the sound came out giddy.
She and Evan weren’t particularly close, but she’d gotten to chat with her a few times
at The Ranch when Evan wasn’t occupied with both of her dominants, Jace and Andre.
And Evan had never been anything but warm and welcoming toward her. “I hope I didn’t
take you away from anything important.”
She waved a dismissive hand. “Hell, no. I photographed two weddings and a sweet sixteen
party this weekend. I
need
a day away. Especially when said day includes riding around in a limo and shopping
for you with someone else’s credit card.”
Kelsey smiled, even though the idea that Wyatt was buying things for her still sent
uneasiness through her.
“Plus, Wyatt helped Jace and I out with a crisis last year, and I’d do just about
anything for that guy. He’s good people.”
The driver came around the front of the limo with a polite smile. “Ready, ladies?”
Evan grabbed for Kelsey’s hand to tug her toward the car, her delight evident. “Yep,
whisk us away, Henry.”
Both of them climbed inside, and Kelsey had to hold back her gasp at how luxurious
the inside was. She’d been inside limos a time or two for bachelorette parties and
such, but she could tell instantly by the buttery soft seats and the embossed A&A
on the glassware that this wasn’t rented. This one was owned. By Wyatt’s company.
Wyatt owned a fucking limo, probably many, and one day would own an entire company.
It wasn’t news, but seeing it right there in her face definitely rocked her a bit.
It was easy to normalize Wyatt when he was sitting in the cafe drinking coffee and
reading the paper, imagining that he was just an everyday guy who happened to wear
designer suits and have a big job. But Kelsey had never really allowed herself to
think too far past that, to truly grasp that this man existed in a world of filthy,
filthy wealth.
And she was about to enter into that universe to try to deceive it into thinking she
belonged there.
She was way out of her depth. With this ruse. And this man.
She tucked her hands beneath her legs, sitting on them to fight the instinct to grab
the handle of the door and hop right back out. This was why Wyatt had given her time
to change her mind. He knew things would look different in the daylight. But she’d
made an agreement and didn’t plan on backing out now.
They rode into the city, Evan providing a steady stream of chitchat to keep Kelsey’s
mind from spiraling down into the pit too far. But by the time the driver had stopped
in front of the city’s swankiest shopping district, the concerns were starting to
tiptoe in again like thieves trying to hijack her remaining resolve.
Evan directed Kelsey into the first shop, where a young brunette flashed them a perfectly
practiced smile and led them to a private dressing area that had posh leather couches,
champagne, and a tray of canapés set up for them. She motioned to the space like a
Vanna White wannabe. “Mr. Austin let us know what types of things you’d need for your
upcoming trip, Ms. LeBreck. So our stylist took the liberty of assembling some outfits
for you to try on. He said you preferred classic lines with an edge of sexiness. Obviously,
if these don’t work, we can go through the store and pull some more looks for you.”
Kelsey stared at the racks of dresses and outfits that lined the far wall of the room.
Next to them,
“You look so surprised. Wyatt didn’t tell you who was coming?”
Kelsey squeezed Evan back before releasing her. “No. He said a personal assistant.
That’s all I knew. But man, am I glad to see you.”
“Same here, sweetie. Wyatt asked Jace if he could borrow me to help you out with ‘girlie’
stuff.” She did air quotes complete with an eye roll. “I swear. You’d think I was
taking you out to buy your first tampons or something.”
Kelsey laughed, so relieved to see Jace’s girlfriend that the sound came out giddy.
She and Evan weren’t particularly close, but she’d gotten to chat with her a few times
at The Ranch when Evan wasn’t occupied with both of her dominants, Jace and Andre.
And Evan had never been anything but warm and welcoming toward her. “I hope I didn’t
take you away from anything important.”
She waved a dismissive hand. “Hell, no. I photographed two weddings and a sweet sixteen
party this weekend. I
need
a day away. Especially when said day includes riding around in a limo and shopping
for you with someone else’s credit card.”
Kelsey smiled, even though the idea that Wyatt was buying things for her still sent
uneasiness through her.
“Plus, Wyatt helped Jace and I out with a crisis last year, and I’d do just about
anything for that guy. He’s good people.”
The driver came around the front of the limo with a polite smile. “Ready, ladies?”
Evan grabbed for Kelsey’s hand to tug her toward the car, her delight evident. “Yep,
whisk us away, Henry.”
Both of them climbed inside, and Kelsey had to hold back her gasp at how luxurious
the inside was. She’d been inside limos a time or two for bachelorette parties and
such, but she could tell instantly by the buttery soft seats and the embossed A&A
on the glassware that this wasn’t rented. This one was owned. By Wyatt’s company.
Wyatt owned a fucking limo, probably many, and one day would own an entire company.
It wasn’t news, but seeing it right there in her face definitely rocked her a bit.
It was easy to normalize Wyatt when he was sitting in the cafe drinking coffee and
reading the paper, imagining that he was just an everyday guy who happened to wear
designer suits and have a big job. But Kelsey had never really allowed herself to
think too far past that, to truly grasp that this man existed in a world of filthy,
filthy wealth.
And she was about to enter into that universe to try to deceive it into thinking she
belonged there.
She was way out of her depth. With this ruse. And this man.
She tucked her hands beneath her legs, sitting on them to fight the instinct to grab
the handle of the door and hop right back out. This was why Wyatt had given her time
to change her mind. He knew things would look different in the daylight. But she’d
made an agreement and didn’t plan on backing out now.
They rode into the city, Evan providing a steady stream of chitchat to keep Kelsey’s
mind from spiraling down into the pit too far. But by the time the driver had stopped
in front of the city’s swankiest shopping district, the concerns were starting to
tiptoe in again like thieves trying to hijack her remaining resolve.
Evan directed Kelsey into the first shop, where a young brunette flashed them a perfectly
practiced smile and led them to a private dressing area that had posh leather couches,
champagne, and a tray of canapés set up for them. She motioned to the space like a
Vanna White wannabe. “Mr. Austin let us know what types of things you’d need for your
upcoming trip, Ms. LeBreck. So our stylist took the liberty of assembling some outfits
for you to try on. He said you preferred classic lines with an edge of sexiness. Obviously,
if these don’t work, we can go through the store and pull some more looks for you.”
Kelsey stared at the racks of dresses and outfits that lined the far wall of the room.
Next to them,
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