Page 89 of His White Moonlight
“If you think I know what that is, I don’t.”
“It’s a place downtown.Fancy.The dressy kind.”
I scowled at him.“Why didn’t you say something this morning?”
“You were already mad, and I know you don’t like wearing those kinds of clothes.”
“I also don’t like standing out.”I swung my legs over the couch, officially out of his reach, and picked up the laptop.
“If you give Mom another chance and ask her, she would love to take you shopping,” he said, watching me.
“Or…” I held out my hand.He took it in his so fast I missed the transition.I tried pulling it away like I had my leg, but he held fast.
“I’ll take you shopping.Anything you want.”
“Let go, Bennett.I don’t wantyou; I want yourcredit card.”When he frowned but still didn’t let go, I added, “You’re hurting me.”
He released me, and I gently rubbed my healing palm.
“Why don’t you want me?”
“Because I’m not going shopping either.”I held out my hand again.“Card, please.”
He pulled out his wallet and handed over a black one.
“Thank you.I’ll be right back.”
After putting on my shoes, I left his office and hurried out to where the other women sat.Ignoring the rest of them, I went to Miranda.Milena and Olivia were the most determined she-bitches after Bennett, but both had burned bridges.And although Miranda pushed me into the door—I took partial blame for that—she hadn’t been aggressive since then.A little bitchy, but not mean, and she’d also clued me in on why Aiden and Karter had been sent away.I owed her for that.
“Possible opportunity for you,” I said, holding out the card.“I was just told I have to go to dinner somewhere dressy tonight, and I’m wearing this.I could go shopping for a dress, or you could shop for me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“To show Bennett your helpfulness and impress my mom.”
She considered me for a moment, then took the card.
“You already know my mom well enough to know what she’d like,” I said.“Please don’t make it too loud or too tight.I need to eat.I’ll let Bennett know you’re doing this favor for me.Be back before five.”
She glanced down at my sneakers.
“Shoes too?”
“Yeah.Flats, please.”
“You’d look better in heels.”
“Maybe, but I run better in flats.”
“Are you planning on running?”
“Only if I make someone angry.”
“She’ll be running,” one of the other women said under her breath.
Miranda smirked and grabbed her purse.
“If I end up regretting doing this, you will too, Wrenly.”
