Page 55 of Her Billionaire Boyfriend

“I’m in here!” Charlotte called as I exited.The doors to the master suite were propped open. “I’m puttingthings away.”

That was a good sign. Not just a sign thatshe’d spent a lot of money, but that she planned to stay. At least,for a while.

But I was not prepared to see how much realestate she’d taken up in the empty second dressing room.

Charlotte stood in the middle of the oncestark white room, surrounded by racks and shelves and jewelry casespopping with color. She was as colorful in a lacy, hot pink bra andmatching panties with little bows and naughty diamond cut-outs thatgave flashes of her totally bare vulva.

“Did my princess do as I instructed?” Iasked.

There must have been twenty pairs of highheels, alone. She even wore shiny pumps to match her newunderthings.

“I did,” she said solemnly. “But never dothat to me again?”

“Do what?” Send her on a shopping spree?“You’re not going to get self-conscious about spending my money,are you?”

She shook her head firmly. “No. Never. Todaywas awesome. But it started out overwhelming. Luckily, I ran into afriend.”

“You have friends in New York?” She’d nevermentioned that, and I felt guilty that she’d come here to spend aweek without making plans to visit them. “If you had told me—”

“She’s a new friend. We met at Ascend Red.”She gave me a saucy little smirk. “At the roulette table?”

“Ah.” I knew exactly who she was talkingabout. “I thought they holed up in their compound in theHamptons.”

“Usually, they are,” Charlotte explained,turning to one of the recently empty clothing racks, now stuffedfull. “She was visiting her sister in the city and couldn’t resistthe shopping. I get the feeling she’s kind of a clotheshorse.”

I moved to one of the glass-topped jewelrycases, now filled with all manner of sparkly objects. “You don’tsay?”

“And get this: She grew up poor. Like,poorpoor. So, she knows all the things I need to learn andhow weird it’s going to be for me.” Charlotte stopped herself. “Imean, if this becomes a long-term, serious—”

I caught her up in the crook of my arm anddrew her to my side. “You know my feelings on that.”

She giggled and pushed away, refusing toaddress it by changing the subject. “Anyway, Sophie told me thatrich men like it when you spend their money. That it makes themfeel important and horny.”

“You’re definitely making me feel one ofthose things right now.” Her ass looked fantastic in her tiny pinkthong. “And I would love it if you continued to spend my money, ifit means coming home to this view.”

“She also said you’d like it even more if Ispent over the fifty thousand.” Now, Charlotte sounded nervous. “SoI spent…”

I waited expectantly while she bit her lipand looked truly remorseful.

“A little over two hundred thousand.” Sheheld her breath, waiting for my reaction.

I didn’t have one, other than to beimpressed. “Nice.”

“Nice?” Her eyes boggled. “I spent as muchas some people spend on a house and you think that’s nice?”

“I think it’s yet another sign that we livein a capitalist dystopia from which none of us will escape, butwhen in Rome…” I spread my hands. “That’s not very much money atall, to me. I make more than that in interest on my bank account ina day.”

That was the wrong answer. She utterlydeflated.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked.

She stepped back, shaking her head. “I’msorry. I cannot comprehend the amount of money you have.”

“It’s an immoral amount,” I agreed. But Iwouldn’t go into all the philanthropic shit my money did annually.Frankly, it wasn’t enough.

“I…” She looked down. “Wow, I feel like suchan asshole now. I was so proud of blowing all this money.”

“Hey. Don’t feel guilty.” I gestured aroundat all of her new treasures. “I’m stoked that you did this.”

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