The Incubus and His Secretary
Obviously, Chloe was a lot cheaper that those places, although it was one of the twenty-five best designer shops in New York, so ‘cheap’ wouldn’t exactly cut it.
I found myself lingering next to a gold, knee length dress that had red roses embroidered into it, but as soon as I placed my hand on the price tag, Lance covered it with his.
“There is no need to look at tags here.” He told me. “This is my gift to you.”
I frown. “For what? Feeding you?”
Lance’s face darkens. “I clearly remember telling you that if we did this, then it’d never be because I needed to feed.”