Page 18 of Enemies with my Bestie’s Brother
Whitney nods. “Yeah. I’m going to go back to Penny’s and draw up some designs. I’ll send them over to you as soon as I’m done with them. As soon as you give the okay, I can start painting and ordering furniture.”
I pull out my wallet and take out one of the credit cards in there. Her eyes widen as I hold the card out to her.
“Charge everything to this.”
“Do you make a habit of giving everyone you think is a gold digger a credit card?”
“The limit is set to a hundred thousand. I don’t think that anything you’re going to do to the apartment is going to be more than that. However, if you do need more money, let me know and I’ll increase the limit.”
“And we are completely ignoring the fact that you insulted me over money, but are now handing me a credit card with a stupidly high limit?” Whitney looks at the card in my hand as if it might bite her. “Not to mention the fact that I don’t need you to hand me a credit card. I have my own line of credit that everything is run against. I will invoice you after.”
“Just take the damn card and stop making life difficult, Whitney.”
She shakes her head and walks away before I have a chance to press the card into her hand. Whitney moves through the hall and into another bedroom quickly. She snaps a quick picture before moving to another bedroom.
I try to keep up with her, but she moves quick enough to avoid me.
“Whitney, this is ridiculous,” I say as we arrive back in the living room.
I hold the card out to her again. “Just take it and charge everything to it.”
Landon looks up from the floor, where he’s still working on our business plan. He smiles as he shakes his head.
Whitney shakes her head, backing toward the door. “Nope.”
“Whit, just take the damn card.” Landon gets to his feet and stretches.
A smirk spreads across his face. “If you don’t, then I’m the one who has to hear about it for the rest of the day.”
She looks at Landon, her gaze distant for a moment as her cheeks turn a dark shade of red. When she looks back at me, that distant look is gone. Instead, she looks like she is trying to find the fastest way out of here.
“I don’t need to take the card,” Whitney says, standing a little straighter as she looks between the two of us. “Now, I have other things that I need to be doing with my day. It looks like the two of you have other things to do too.”
“Whitney,” I say, taking a step toward her with the card outstretched. “Take the card.”
She takes another step back, reaching for the door. “Thank you, but no.”
I reach out and grab her hand, flipping it over and pressing the credit card into her palm. She glares at me as I wrap her fingers around it.
“Take it and buy what you need. If I don’t see a charge on there by tomorrow morning, I’m going to have to rethink allowing you to shop on your own.”
Whitney raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t know that you had given thought to shopping with me.”
“I hadn’t,” I say, letting go of her hand and taking a step back. “But, if it proves necessary to supervise you for not using the card I gave you, then I will.”
She shakes her head and looks down at it. “How do you know that I’m not going to go out and buy a new car with this?”
“That’s a good point. Although I may not trust you personally, I’m pretty sure that you wouldn’t want to ruin your professional reputation.”
She tucks the card into the back pocket of her shorts and nods. “Well, that’s one thing you’ve gotten right about me.”
Whitney disappears out the door, closing it behind her without a word. I sigh and run my hand through my hair.
“You’re really going to let her walk out of here like that?” Landon asks as he walks over to me.
I look over at him and shrug. “She has designing to do.”
“Sometimes I think you really are an idiot.” Landon shakes his head and walks back over to our business plan, kneeling on the ground beside it.
