Page 51 of My Only

God.

This again.

“Do you have a specific style in mind?” Mia twirled a strand of her blonde hair, combing her fingers through it. “We at Verana specialize in exclusive, curated collections.” Her voice was syrupy sweet. “I’m sure we can find something that fits your aesthetic.”

I tilted my head slightly. “We’re looking for something modern—but within budget.”

Before Mia could answer, Hassani stepped closer behind me.

His arms wrapped around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“But you know,” he added smoothly, “feel free to show us everything.”

He pressed a slow kiss to my temple. “Budget’s not very important, right, baby?”

I bit my tongue, feeling myself ready to protest.

Mia blinked out of her stare, her eyes falling to Hassani’s arms around my waist. “Well…” She focused on Hassani again. “You’ve come to the right place. Let me show you around.”

“Cool,” Hassani replied, his hand moving to mine where he interlocked our fingers.

As Mia showed Hassani and me around the showroom, pointing out furniture that was both loud and wrong and beautiful but way too pricey, Hassani divided his attention between her and his phone.

On the car ride over, he explained that he and representatives for Bryant Greene had been going back and forth through emails regarding the Greene Gardens Project. They were negotiating terms that would determine if Hassani would join their team as a principal architect. He’d been in talks with them for a month now, ever since Bryant Greene’s assistant called at six in the morning, asking Hassani to drop everything and drive into the city for an impromptu meeting.

If he landed this project, Hassani would officially be a millionaire. The starting salary alone was $1.2 million. His largest yet.

I would be married to a millionaire. The thought had me smiling.

Mia stopped in front of a modern-looking furniture set, sleek and dramatic, like it belonged on the set of Miami Vice and not in our home.

“Oh, I like this one,” Hassani voiced.

“You have excellent taste,” Mia said with another one of her little giggles.

Hassani took a seat on the loveseat, running his hand along the cushion.

“A little stiff,” he commented, patting the cushion. “But it’s more for style anyway, right?”

I arched a brow.

“Exactly,” Mia concurred. “This is more of a statement piece, and you look fantastic on it.”

“Hmph,” I huffed, scanning the room for something else. “I was thinking something a little more… comfortable and less of a statement piece. It would be nice to actually relax on it sometimes. You know?”

Hassani was back on his phone again, eyes glued to the screen, typing, when Mia took a seat a little too close to him on the loveseat.

She lightly touched his arm. “This set, though pricey, suits a man like you, so this one is obviously the better option.”

Hassani slid his eyes from his screen and glanced at where she touched him, realizing she’d taken a seat beside him.

His eyes snapped to mine.

I arched both brows and folded my arms.

He chuckled as he moved to the edge of the loveseat, quickly standing up.

“I’ll check availability in our warehouse,” Mia said, scooting to the edge of her seat to stand up after him. “And I’ll be right back to let you know if we have this set ready to ship.”

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