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we've got a lot of shopping to do
and it's already one o'clock."
First stop was Rodeo Drive. Annie cringed at the
prices in the designer shops but Zack didn't even blink. He made her try on a
pair of gorgeous Prada slides with a moderate heel and straps criss-crossing over
the toes. They were the sort of shoes she'd never dream of purchasing—neither
practical nor within her price range. Not even close. Slipping them on, she
felt decadent, obscene and totally guilty. She loved them.
"I can't afford these," she told Zack emphatically,
taking them off. "You could feed a starving family for a year at that
price."
"You're not supposed to have a social
conscience," he said from the corner where he'd been quietly watching her.
He looked so imperious, leaning against the wall with his arms and legs
crossed. A small smile played at the edge of his mouth. "You're too cool
for that remember?"
She rolled her eyes. "Well, I could feed myself for a year at that price, then. How's that?"
"Better. But you're not getting out
of it that easy. Those shoes are all the rage this year."
She frowned. How did he know that? Did the man of her
dreams have a fetish for female shoes? The sound of her crashing obsession
filled her ears.
He uncrossed his arms and frowned back at her. Then
his face cleared and he smiled that knowing, cheeky smile. He nodded towards
the male shop assistant. "So he told me."
"Well, whether they're all the rage or not, I
still can't afford them."
"You don't have to."
Her eyes narrowed and she stood, hands on hips,
glaring at him. "You are not buying me anything."
He ambled over to her, standing so close she could
smell the subtle woodsy fragrance of his aftershave. It was delicious and she
wanted to bury her nose in his neck.
"Why not?" he asked
"Because I've got principles." Damn those
things. "I don't let men buy me anything until I've slept with them at
least twice." She said it only half in jest.
He arched an eyebrow. "That sounds like a
challenge.”
She glared at him.
"Fine," he said still smiling. "Since
Bob's paying for them, it doesn't matter anyway."
"Bob." She nodded, breathing out slowly. Bob
could probably claim it as a tax deduction. Although she'd like to see his
accountant's face when he presented him bills for women's clothing.
"We'll take them," Zack said to the
assistant as he skittered past. "And a pair in red."
"Red? That's a little extravagant isn't it?"
Annie said.
He shrugged. "Red shoes look sexy on a woman. I
think you should have a pair."
Annie frowned but said nothing as she slipped on her
own pair of scuffed black mules.
The assistant looked down his long nose at her and
sniffed. "Perhaps you would like to wear your new pair and I could pack
those away for you. Or burn them."
She was about to shake her head when Zack answered
"Yes." She agreed, but only because the new shoes looked really cute.
Outside, the heat sucked away their breath. No one in
their right mind would go traipsing up and down a shopping strip on such a hot
day. Annie watched all the mini-skirted girls giggling and pointing at Zack as
they passed and decided none of them counted—they definitely weren't in
their right minds.
"Zack!" cried a passing woman. She stopped
and placed a hand on his arm. Her fingernails had small palm trees painted on
them and she wore at least one ring on every finger. She tipped her blonde head
and accepted his kiss on her cheek with grace. "Darling, what are you
doing here?"
"Shopping."
"I can see that, Darling, but what's come over
you? I thought you hated shopping."
"I do. But I've made an exception today." He
held up the bag with Annie's new black pair of shoes and her boring old ones. "Annie
needed shoes."
If her face glowed, Annie decided that was okay with
her. She deserved to bask in the glory of Zack's familiarity, especially in
front of yet another blonde with breasts the size of satellite dishes. It
seemed Zack had a thing for surgically enhanced women who
and it's already one o'clock."
First stop was Rodeo Drive. Annie cringed at the
prices in the designer shops but Zack didn't even blink. He made her try on a
pair of gorgeous Prada slides with a moderate heel and straps criss-crossing over
the toes. They were the sort of shoes she'd never dream of purchasing—neither
practical nor within her price range. Not even close. Slipping them on, she
felt decadent, obscene and totally guilty. She loved them.
"I can't afford these," she told Zack emphatically,
taking them off. "You could feed a starving family for a year at that
price."
"You're not supposed to have a social
conscience," he said from the corner where he'd been quietly watching her.
He looked so imperious, leaning against the wall with his arms and legs
crossed. A small smile played at the edge of his mouth. "You're too cool
for that remember?"
She rolled her eyes. "Well, I could feed myself for a year at that price, then. How's that?"
"Better. But you're not getting out
of it that easy. Those shoes are all the rage this year."
She frowned. How did he know that? Did the man of her
dreams have a fetish for female shoes? The sound of her crashing obsession
filled her ears.
He uncrossed his arms and frowned back at her. Then
his face cleared and he smiled that knowing, cheeky smile. He nodded towards
the male shop assistant. "So he told me."
"Well, whether they're all the rage or not, I
still can't afford them."
"You don't have to."
Her eyes narrowed and she stood, hands on hips,
glaring at him. "You are not buying me anything."
He ambled over to her, standing so close she could
smell the subtle woodsy fragrance of his aftershave. It was delicious and she
wanted to bury her nose in his neck.
"Why not?" he asked
"Because I've got principles." Damn those
things. "I don't let men buy me anything until I've slept with them at
least twice." She said it only half in jest.
He arched an eyebrow. "That sounds like a
challenge.”
She glared at him.
"Fine," he said still smiling. "Since
Bob's paying for them, it doesn't matter anyway."
"Bob." She nodded, breathing out slowly. Bob
could probably claim it as a tax deduction. Although she'd like to see his
accountant's face when he presented him bills for women's clothing.
"We'll take them," Zack said to the
assistant as he skittered past. "And a pair in red."
"Red? That's a little extravagant isn't it?"
Annie said.
He shrugged. "Red shoes look sexy on a woman. I
think you should have a pair."
Annie frowned but said nothing as she slipped on her
own pair of scuffed black mules.
The assistant looked down his long nose at her and
sniffed. "Perhaps you would like to wear your new pair and I could pack
those away for you. Or burn them."
She was about to shake her head when Zack answered
"Yes." She agreed, but only because the new shoes looked really cute.
Outside, the heat sucked away their breath. No one in
their right mind would go traipsing up and down a shopping strip on such a hot
day. Annie watched all the mini-skirted girls giggling and pointing at Zack as
they passed and decided none of them counted—they definitely weren't in
their right minds.
"Zack!" cried a passing woman. She stopped
and placed a hand on his arm. Her fingernails had small palm trees painted on
them and she wore at least one ring on every finger. She tipped her blonde head
and accepted his kiss on her cheek with grace. "Darling, what are you
doing here?"
"Shopping."
"I can see that, Darling, but what's come over
you? I thought you hated shopping."
"I do. But I've made an exception today." He
held up the bag with Annie's new black pair of shoes and her boring old ones. "Annie
needed shoes."
If her face glowed, Annie decided that was okay with
her. She deserved to bask in the glory of Zack's familiarity, especially in
front of yet another blonde with breasts the size of satellite dishes. It
seemed Zack had a thing for surgically enhanced women who
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