the entire day.
“Take me home,” he told his driver, and while the big car made its way through the crushing end-of-day traffic, Draco put through a call to her.
“Hello?” she said in a sleepy voice.
What time was it in Hawaii, anyway? No way was he going to ask.
“It’s me,” he said. “How are you?”
“Draco,” she said. He could picture the look on her face. Sultry, sexy, pouty. “I thought you’d forgotten me.”
Draco rubbed his temple with his free hand.
“How did you spend your day?” he said, because he knew he had to say something.
She laughed.
“I spent it shopping, darling. Well, window-shopping. I have a whole bunch of gorgeous things picked out for you to buy me when you get back.”
Draco closed his eyes and imagined the hours she’d expect him to spend in a dozen different boutiques.
“When will you be back, Draco?” Her voice turned husky. “I miss you.”
The truth was she missed the status that came of being seen with him. The knowledge that he would buy her whatever she’d shopped for today. She missed his title, his status, his money.
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