Savor (Bad Boy Rockers 4)

Tough shit!

“You’re wasting your time. We have no intention of taking out a payment plan. Whatever my child and wife need, and want, will be provided by me, not a payment plan that has so much interest it’ll put new parents in debt.”

She doesn’t look happy now, and Dahlia’s eyes are full of amusement.

“C’mon babe. Let’s go and have a look at the larger items, and then I’ll come back and grab a cart for everything else.”

“Okay.”

Dahlia stands and takes my hand, while we leave the sales assistant fuming at her desk.

“God, that woman wouldn’t listen to a fuckin’ word I said.”

I laugh. Dahlia very, and I mean very, rarely curses.

“I loved what you said to her, and thank you for such a rescue.”

“Even if it did cause you to blush.”

“You’d make a saint blush if you so choose.”

Rolling my eyes, Dahlia pulls me to a stop in front of a crib.

It’s a bit over the top for my liking with all the lace and ruffles, but the craftsmanship looks good. The carvings of animals on one end are striking. While I bend for a closer look, I spot a different store assistant watching us with excitement in her eyes as she dashes over.

“How much is this?” I ask Dahlia, who is looking at the tag.

Her eyes widen and I know I’m not going to like it.

“Four and half.”

That’s not bad, considering the one she has her heart set on is six-fifty.

She smirks. “Thousand.”

“My name is Krissy and can I help you today?’

“We need everything for this baby,” Dahlia starts, “and I really like this crib.” She slides her hand along the wood, tracing some of the carvings with her fingers.

Does she really like it, or is she teasing?

Please let her be teasing.

“What do you think, honey?” she drawls, teasing. Thank fuck!

“Well now, sweetie pie, I think unless we’re planning on having a thousand kids to justify spending all that cash, you better toddle on over to the one you actually want with that tight ass.”

I turn to the assistant with amusement in my eyes, which I discover matches hers.

“Okay, that was funny. Is there anything I can help you with or would you prefer to browse?” she asks, looking between us.

I glance at Dahlia, and she nods at my unspoken question.

“We’d love some help. My wife has a list of the items she’d like and if you can get it all together for us without insisting we get in debt by taking out a loan to purchase it all, you’ll have the sale.”

She moves forward and takes the list Dahlia passes her.

“This top item is a present, so would it be possible to gift wrap it for us, please?”