The Wedding Rescue, Book Two (An Alpha Billionaire Club BBW Romance) Read Online Free Page B

we get there.”
    “Why are we going shopping?” I asked. Hadn’t he already bought me more than I could possibly wear this weekend?
    “Because I want to take you shopping,” he said, as if that was the end of the conversation.
    Maybe to him, it was. I wasn’t exactly comfortable with the idea of Dylan taking me shopping. We’d made a deal - he would be my date, and I’d sleep with him for the weekend. At the time, it had felt like an even trade. Five orgasms later, I was pretty sure I was getting the best part of the exchange. Fantastic, mind-blowing sex with a ridiculously hot guy, and a date for the wedding from hell.
    Not to mention the money he’d already spent on the clothes he’d asked his assistant to buy. They weren’t flashy, but I knew the designers well enough to know that there was at least several thousand dollars hanging in the closet upstairs, not to mention the dress, panties and sandals I was wearing at the moment. Part of me was dying to see what his idea of going shopping was, but it felt weird. It was too much for a weekend fling.
    “I don’t need anything else. You’ve already bought me too much. We can go back to the room instead,” I said, hopefully. His smile sent a jolt of arousal straight between my legs.
    “We’ll go back to the room. Later. First, I want to go shopping.”
    “Why? Really, it’s not necessary.”
    At that, he laughed. “Of course it’s not necessary. Does it have to be necessary? Or does it offend your accountant’s heart to spend money on something you don’t strictly need?” I looked away, too embarrassed to admit he’d figured me out. He laughed again. “Get over it. We’re going shopping. Please tell me you aren’t in the wedding.”
    I shook my head. “No. Thank God. Cathie is the maid of honor and Christie has her friends as bridesmaids.”
    “Then we’re at least getting you a new dress for the wedding. And making a stop at La Perla. Or Agent Provocatuer. Maybe both. And more shoes, I think.”
    I was completely speechless. I bought my underwear from a catalogue. It was nice enough, I thought. He hadn’t seemed to mind when he’d stripped it off of me. But I’d never owned anything like La Perla or Agent Provocatuer. Dylan was right, the idea of spending hundreds of dollars for a bra, or a pair of panties, was beyond my bank account or my sensibilities. Besides, I was more than happy to skip clothes of all kinds for the rest of the weekend. Except for the rehearsal dinner and the wedding itself.
    Dylan, in what I was learning was his typical style, ran right over my objections. He hooked his arm through mine and we walked through the hotel to valet parking, where his Maserati was waiting. A short drive later, we passed the car off to yet another valet attendant and entered the first floor of Neiman Marcus. I’d browsed here before, but I’d rarely shopped. I tried to slow Dylan’s pace so I could take in the displays, but he steered me straight to the escalators. Apparently, he knew where he was going.

5
Leigha
    T he next thing I knew I was standing in the women’s department surrounded by lovely cocktail dresses, listening to Dylan say,
    “Tell Lola that Dylan Kane is here. She’s expecting me.”
    The clerk nodded her head and said, “Yes, sir,” before she disappeared into the back of the store.
    “Lola is my personal shopper. She’ll take good care of us.” He smiled down at me with something that looked like affection. My knees went weak. Still feeling a little vulnerable from my freak-out that morning, I reminded myself to be on my guard with him. We were just having fun. It didn’t mean anything.
    “So Melissa doesn’t buy your clothes, too?” I teased. Dylan’s smiled, and the crinkle around his green eyes when he did made me wish we were alone.
    “No. She doesn’t have the time. And Lola knows every square inch of Neiman’s. She could assemble a complete wardrobe in twenty minutes if she had to.”
    “Dylan, you