Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy
Then, just as easily as he shifted moods before, he leaned back slightly and said, “We have plans today.”
I frowned. “Plans?”
“A date.”
The word made something twist in my chest.
“A helicopter date,” he added, like that would make it better.
I blinked. “A what?”
“We’re in New York City,” he said, like that explained everything. “You’ve never experienced it. That’s… unfortunate.”
A small, disbelieving laugh escaped me.
“You’re serious.”
“Very.”
I opened my mouth to object, to say something, anything that would slow this down, because this felt too fast, too forced, like he was trying to patch something broken with grand gestures instead of actually fixing it.