Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“I’m Greer.”
“Hack.” He moved closer, placing his hand on her lower back. She leaned against him, glad he was here.
“So happy you’re both here. Let me get you a tablet so that you can make a list of anything—”
“Bonnie.” A deep voice interrupted her. A huge man wearing a deep scowl stomped into the room.
Greer’s eyes widened and she instinctively stepped closer to Hack. This guy was terrifying. He had a strong face. Firm jaw. Tattoos ran up his neck and over his hands. He was dressed rather formally in black pants, a white shirt, and a lightweight black jacket.
He screamed danger.
“Yes, Titus?” Bonnie asked, turning around to glare up at the man.
Whoa. She was brave. This guy looked like he could snap her like a twig.
“You aren’t supposed to open the front door without me. What do you think you’re doing?”
“This is our eleven a.m. appointment, though.”
“Doesn’t matter.” The man turned his dark gaze on them. “They could have been dangerous.”
Bonnie sighed, rolling her eyes. “They clearly aren’t dangerous.” Bonnie bounced over to them, carrying a tablet. “Ignore Titus. He’s always a grump. Here, use this if you see a lot of things you like. Or you can just make a wishlist to order online later on. We deliver and we’re discreet. Wouldn’t want the neighbors to see a spanking bench getting delivered. Or a changing table.”
She winked at them as Greer felt herself growing hot. She glanced over as Titus made a grumbling noise. He was like a big, protective dog.
Not one you’d want to pat.
More like one you’d try to run from if you met them in a dark alley. Or pee yourself.
“He, um, is he your, um . . .” Shoot, she couldn’t just ask if he was Bonnie’s Daddy.
“He’s my bodyguard. My stepbrother insists that I have one. Don’t worry, he won’t bother you. He just hangs around me like a bad smell. Actually, he smells really good but don’t tell him I said that.”
Oh, Greer could promise that. She wouldn’t be saying anything to the big giant.
“We probably won’t be ordering much today,” Hack told her, taking the tablet. “But a wishlist sounds like a good idea.”
“We might not buy anything at all.” She shot Hack a look. She wasn’t letting him buy her anything.
“I’ll leave you to it.” Bonnie skipped off toward Titus, who glared over at them.
Yikes.
“You’re owed a treat. I thought you might like something from here.”
That was both thoughtful and terrifying.
Because she would love something . . . but how on earth would she choose? This place was like a giant candy store.
“Hey, this is meant to be fun,” he said soothingly. “Not something that stresses you out. If you want, we can leave and go find that epic donut store instead.”
That would certainly be simpler. But he’d gone to all this effort and she was curious.
“I want to have a look,” she whispered. She might never get a chance to come back here. Not if the membership cost money, anyway.
They started in the clothing area. She was wearing black yoga pants and an oversized navy-blue sweater. They had been the easiest things to get on. Her hair was a bit of a mess since it had been too hard to do this morning. And she hadn’t wanted to ask Hack for help.
Although as she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she realized she probably should have. Compared to Bonnie, she was a total mess.
“What do you mean, you’re a mess?” Hack demanded, coming up beside her.
She groaned. “I said that out loud?”
“Yes, and you’re not a mess. You’re beautiful.”
“My hair looks like a rat’s nest.” All of these clothes were so cute and colorful. She wished she felt carefree enough to wear things like this.
“I think your hair is cute.”
He was nuts.
She ran her gaze over all the colorful headbands. They were so pretty with bits of lace and ribbon and oh, there were even animal headbands and dress-up costumes.
“Hello, ma’am, Butler Bob at your service, how may I be of help?”
She glanced over to find Hack had a top hat on and was holding a monocle up to his right eye.
“Butler Bob?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He swept into a curtsy, which made her giggle.
“That’s a terrible British accent.”
“How dare you.”
“And I think you’re meant to bow not curtsy.”
He sniffed. “Everyone is a critic.” He put the hat and monocle down. “I have an excellent British accent. Do you see something you like?”
“Not yet. You really don’t have to buy me anything.” He shouldn’t be spending money on her.
He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t believe it’s a choice.”
“What?”
“If you earn yourself a treat, then you have to get it. It’s a rule.”
“It’s not a rule.”
“Let me consult my Daddy rule book.” He pretended to look up something on his phone. “Yep, it’s definitely a rule.”