Changing the Game by Jaci Burton Read Free Book Online

it. Anytime I want it. That’s why you want to be here with me.”
    He picked up his cup, refilled his coffee.
    “Shower’s all yours. I’ll go call the hotel and have your things brought over.”
    He walked away feeling pretty damn good about how things were going between them.
     
     
    ELIZABETH WASN’T SURE SHE’D MADE THE RIGHT choice at all.
    She swept away the fog in the bathroom mirror and stared at a woman she didn’t know.
    What the hell had possessed her last night? And this morning.
    She’d had sex with Gavin Riley. She’d broken every damn one of her carefully constructed rules about not getting personally involved with one of her clients. And especially not Gavin.
    And now her clothes and laptop were being brought here, and she was going to stay with him?
    Good God. This whole nightmare had epic clusterfuck written all over it, and the thirty minutes she’d spent in Gavin’s opulent shower had provided no clarity.
    The woman with the wet hair staring back at her in the mirror was a grade-A idiot. She should grab her luggage and run like hell. This was going to end in disaster.
    “Elizabeth?” Gavin knocked twice.
    “Yes?”
    “Your things are here, but I figured you probably hadn’t intended to stay more than last night, right?”
    “True.”
    “You don’t have anything to wear, do you?”
    “Not really.”
    “Okay. Get dressed, and I’ll take you shopping so you can get some clothes.”
    She stared at the door. Shopping? He was going to take her shopping?
    What. The. Fuck.
    She felt like Alice in Wonderland, and she’d definitely just fallen down the rabbit hole.
    Curiouser and curiouser, for damn certain.
    She came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.
    “I put your suitcase in my room.”
    She arched a brow. So did Gavin.
    “You didn’t think I invited you here to stay in one of the guest rooms, did you?”
    “No, I suppose not.” She padded into Gavin’s bedroom, where he’d laid her luggage on the bed. She popped it open and grabbed her makeup bag and some clothes.
    After she dried her hair and put it up in a twist, she applied makeup and put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, thankful she always packed at least one casual outfit just in case she got stranded somewhere. She slipped on her heels and went in search of Gavin, who was outside on the terrace. His beautiful shoulders and arms were showcased by the sleeveless cotton shirt he wore. He had on shorts and tennis shoes and a Saint Louis Rivers baseball cap.
    Very casual.
    “I’m ready.”
    He turned and looked down at her feet, then frowned. “Heels? We’re in Florida. You need sandals.”
    She gave him a disdainful pfft . “Honey, I live in heels.”
    “Not on the beach, you don’t.”
    “Try me.”
    He shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
    He drove her to one of the nice Palm Beach malls. Everything was outside, the sun was shining, and tall palm trees lined the walkway.
    Now they were in her element—shopping. She breezed in and out of a few stores, picking up a few pairs of Capri pants and some shoes, underwear and sundresses.
    Gavin laid back and held bags for her while she went on a tear. She knew herself, knew what she liked and what looked good on her. She didn’t really own that much resort wear since she never took much downtime. These would all be new things for her.
    He paid particular attention in the upscale lingerie shop, of course, his eyes gleaming when she fingered the sexy and sinful bras and panties. Armed with several items, she stood in front of him at the counter.
    “I’m not paying a fortune for new lingerie if you’re just going to ruin it by ripping it off me.”
    The saleswoman behind the cash register gaped at them. Elizabeth didn’t care.
    Gavin took the bundle from her hand, laid them on the counter, and whipped out his credit card. “No guarantees of that. You look smokin’ hot in this stuff. If we ruin them all, we’ll just come back for more.”
    She shrugged.