Free Bowles, Jan - Bought for the Billionaire's Bed [Guilty Pleasures 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles Page B

some new clothes. You’re a beautiful woman whatever you wear, Mia, but I think it will boost your confidence if we enhance that beauty with fine designer garments. We can’t have you looking like a grungy student forever.”
    Mia gasped, her jaw dropping open in astonishment. Grungy student? Those were the exact words she’d used in the elevator. “Trent, how did you—”
    “I forgot to mention that I have CCTV in the elevator. So anything you say or do is recorded.”
    “So you saw me looking at myself in the mirror?”
    He smiled. “And very nice it was, too.”
    Mia held a hand to her face as she blushed. “How embarrassing. I’m glad you told me.” She raised an eyebrow. “There’s more of the damn things, isn’t there?”
    “Yes, I couldn’t get insurance for my art collection without them.”
    “Trent, where else do you have cameras installed?”
    “In the living area and the hallway.”
    “What about the bedroom?” Mia thought of last night and how they’d made love together on his enormous bed. She had given herself entirely to him for hours on end.
    He kissed her lips. “The bedroom is my inner sanctum. There are no cameras installed in there.” He touched her nose playfully. “So you needn’t worry. I value my privacy, too.”
    Mia breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad. Some things should remain private.
    “And they will. I’ll show you how to work the CCTV system this afternoon. It’s quite simple.” He kissed her lips. “Now I need to spend a little time here, and then we can go shopping later.”
    “Seriously, Trent, I can’t accept anymore from you. You’ve been so generous to me.” She was already indebted to him. It just wouldn’t do to take advantage of his giving nature.
    “Mia, I insist. It would make me very happy.”
    He certainly looked genuine. Wanting to keep some control over her life, she replied, “Then I insist on paying you back.”
    “We’ll see.”

    * * * *

    Trent put his arm around Mia’s shoulder as he escorted her into the fashion boutique. A woman with impeccable dress sense greeted them with a painted-on smile.
    “How may I help you today?”
    “This young lady needs a complete new wardrobe. Everything.”
    The painted smile fell from her lips as she assessed Mia’s clothes, making her feel rather defensive. She hardly felt very confident in her gray blouse and faded jeans anyway.
    “And what style are we wishing to portray, sir?” the woman asked, arching a brow.
    Mia opened her mouth to speak, but Trent answered for her. “Elegance, style, and panache. Something incredibly sexy but not at all sleazy.”
    “Yes, this lady has lovely bone structure which compliments her pale complexion. You’re very wise, my dear. I can see you don’t go out in the sun too much. Nothing ages the complexion more than the sun. Hmm, I think elegance is within our grasp.”
    Mia looked at Trent and rolled her eyes. He patted her hand as though she were a child.
    “Mia, I have it on good authority that Mrs. DuBois here knows all there is to know about designer fashion.”
    “And you have heard correctly, sir. Come this way, madam. I’ll take some measurements and then show you the collection most suitable for your requirements.” Feeling as though she were visiting a dentist, Mia followed the pretentious woman into a luxurious changing room.
    Once her measurements had been taken, she took a seat next to Trent in a sumptuous room elegantly decorated with red velour seating and deep pile carpets. Within a few minutes, several leggy models came into the room, sporting various garments. They paraded in front of them and then vanished, only to return several minutes later wearing something new.
    Mia thought they all looked wonderful. “Trent, they are all so beautiful. I could never hope to emulate them.”
    He traced her cheek with the back of his hand and then tucked a stray tendril of blonde hair behind her ear. The act felt so possessive and