Weekend Wife (Sassy in the City 1)

She stopped and looked contrite. “Sorry. But why does this make you a hooker? I don’t understand.”

“Because I had sex with Grant and he refused to take back the hundred bucks he tipped me at the diner. And now this. Who else do you give a hundred dollars, a vibrator, and diamonds too?” I didn’t even know how to feel about it. It wasn’t exactly a compliment, though maybe it was. He must have enjoyed himself.

“Your girlfriend?”

“We’ve never even been on a date!”

“Maybe he likes to move fast.” Dakota pulled out the bracelet. “It’s really beautiful. Maybe this is normal for rich guys.”

“I can’t say I have any experience with rich men. Maybe I should call Felicia. She’ll know. She constantly dates rich guys.” Felicia was another of our friends we had bonded with over many auditions as young hopefuls in the city years earlier.

There was a buzzing, and fortunately, it was my phone, not the vibrator. I pulled my phone off my dresser and then dropped it down on the bed next to the box like it was on fire. “Holy crap, Grant is calling me. What do I do?”

“Answer it.” Dakota put the bracelet back in the box carefully and closed the lid.

I had absolutely no idea what to say to him. None. But I did answer because the vibrator and diamond bracelet were staring me down. I needed to at least try to get some kind of explanation as to what the hell his gifts meant. “Hello?”

“If you’ve gotten a package from me and already opened it, I apologize. If you didn’t get it yet, please don’t open it.”

Interesting. Now I was very curious. Did he doubt his initial offer or did he send me the wrong box? Maybe he’d combined my care package of bandages and ice packs with a real hooker. Or maybe he’d lied and he did have a girlfriend. Neither of which would thrill me, but I did want to know the truth. “I opened it.”

He groaned. “Damn. I’m sorry. I told my assistant to send you a care package. Apparently in Darren’s mind, spraining your ankle means you might want an orgasm to feel better. Little did he know I’d already given you one.”

“Actually, you gave me two.”

Grant made a sound of satisfaction. “And that wasn’t even my best work.”

I cleared my throat, reflecting for a minute on that. Yum.

I wondered exactly what kind of assistant would think that made sense as a care package or if it was any reflection of the gifts Grant usually sent.

Not that it was any of my business. He could have delivery dildos sent all over Manhattan and it was absolutely not my concern. Right? Tell me I was right.

I wrinkled my nose. I was probably trying to convince myself too hard that I didn’t care what Grant did.

“I’ll keep the bandage and the gel pack, but I feel like I should give back the bracelet and the vibrator. Though I don’t suppose you can return either of those to the store.”

“There was a bracelet too?”

“Yep. Diamond tennis bracelet.”

I thought he would be angry because that was no cheap-looking bracelet but he actually started laughing. “I didn’t give great parameters for this package.”

That would be a massive understatement. Now that I knew what was what, it was kind of humorous. “I appreciate the thought but it really wasn’t necessary. Like, seriously. Sending me a vibrator wasn’t necessary.”

Dakota was making gestures at me like she wanted to know what was being said but I waved her off.

“The next time I send you a gift I’ll pick it out myself. I promise.”

Why did those words make me shiver? He didn’t mean anything by it. He was clearly joking, trying to smooth over this whole awkward situation but my heart leaped. Just a little. Damn it. Not good.

Which was why it made no sense when I opened my mouth and said, “I’m more of a necklace girl. And something simple with sex toys. I lose remotes too easily.”

Grant made a strangled sound. “There was a remote? Leah…”

Dakota was making a rude gesture, grinning.

“Yes?” I asked Grant.