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I drop my hand.

“I want the biggest donut and coffee for this.”

“Aw, you love it and you know it.”

Yeah, I really fucking do.

HotScore: So, tell me more about what you require of a model. Are we talking discreet or fully naked?

I stare at my cell as I sit on yet another couch in yet another dressing room while Sienna tries on more dresses. I already know how this shopping trip is going to end. We’re going to finish in the same store we started in, and Sienna will buy the first dress she saw.

But she’s adamant that she has to try on every dress in every store before we get to that point.

I keep reminding her that she’s got Calvin’s credit card. She could buy every dress in every store, and it wouldn’t even make a dent in his wealth. But she won’t have it.

My heart lurches as my message shows as read. He starts typing and then⁠—

“What do you think of this one?” Sienna asks, suddenly emerging from behind the curtain.

My cell buzzes in my hand, and it damn near kills me not to look down at his response.

“It’s good. Fits you great.”

“Yeah, I like it. But is it as good as that first one?”

I just about hold in my snort of laughter.

“Calvin will think both are hot and will prefer both of them on your bedroom floor.”

Gag.

“You’re right,” Sienna cries. “We need lingerie, too.”

“Do we?” I deadpan.

She rolls her eyes at me before ducking back behind the curtain to try another.

“Calvin loves it when I buy new lingerie. If he’s lucky, I wait for him to come home wearing it.”

“I’m going for more coffee,” I state before pushing from the couch and walking away to the sound of her laughter.

She finds me fifteen minutes later, sitting on a bench outside the store she was in. She has a bag swinging from her fingers and a smile playing on her lips.

“Did you choose one?” I ask. We might be able to go get lunch now.

“I got a couple of the dresses, but they’re not right for the party,” she says as she holds her bag out for me.

My brows lift, but she just moves it closer.

I shake my head with a smile as I take it from her.

“I love shopping with you,” she tells me as I stand, and she hooks her arm through mine.

“You just like making me your little bag-carrying bitch,” I tease.

“I missed you, Gare. I love having you back here.”

“I missed you too, Sisi,” I say with a smile as she drags me into the next store to do it all over again.