A fun little teaser from Club Prive 4. With a little luck it should be out in just two days.
Enjoy :) 

It was getting late, and I knew Gavin had to get up early to leave for Miami first thing tomorrow morning, so when my phone rang, I wasn’t expecting it to be him. My heart did a funny little skipping thing when I saw his name and I wasn’t able to keep the eagerness out of my voice when I answered.“Hi.”“Hi yourself.” Gavin sounded amused. “I just wanted to call to give you the details about tomorrow.”“Details?” I’d just assumed he’d have a ticket waiting for me for the evening flight to Miami. That was how Mimi usually did her business flights for clients.“You didn’t think I was going to have you fly commercial, did you?” His tone was teasing.“I-I,” I stammered, unsure how to answer the question.“I figured as much.” He was enjoying this far too much. “No, Carrie, that’s not how I do things.”“Okay then,” I countered. “How do you do things?”“Well, the first thing you need to know is that you’ll be taking a private jet.”It wasn’t like I didn’t think he could afford it, but that wasn’t cheap. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to impress me or bragging. I didn’t really like either one.“And you’ll be coming directly from work. I have a limo scheduled to pick you up after work and take you to the plane.”“Gavin, you don’t have to–”“I know,” he cut off my protest. “I want to do this. The earliest commercial flight available after work wouldn’t be until nine o’clock, and I don’t want to miss any more time with you than I have to.”What was I supposed to say to that?“Now, I’ve also arranged for you to take an extra hour on your lunch break tomorrow for you to go shopping.”“Excuse me?” The private jet was one thing, but I hadn’t expected something out of a Hollywood-hooker montage.“Saturday evening is a very exclusive party, even more exclusive than the gala, and I want you to outshine every person there.” His voice lowered. “Not that I don’t think you’d be the most beautiful woman there no matter what you were wearing.”“I can wear the same dress I wore to the gala,” I protested.“Many of the same people will be there, and you can’t wear the same dress twice to events like these. This is my gift to you, Carrie,” he said. “Don’t pack anything. I want you to buy everything new. Bathing suit. Casual clothes. A dress for Saturday night. Lingerie.”The last word made my stomach twist. I’d never been much of a fancy lingerie kind of girl, but what he’d bought me before had whetted my appetite for it. Still, I couldn’t accept. “I can’t let you buy me clothes for an entire weekend.”“If you won’t let me do it for you, then will you do it for me?” he asked. “I love seeing you in beautiful, expensive things. And I love taking them off of you even more.”I closed my eyes. Shit. He knew how to say the right things to get my thoughts going in a lower direction.“I’ll be sending a driver – just a car, not a limo – at noon. He’ll take you to a boutique where I have an account. They’ve already been told you’re coming and that you can have anything you want.”I was getting flashes of a certain long-legged red-headed prostitute making her way through high-priced Beverly Hills stores. It didn’t help with my recurring feelings of having my “services” bought and paid for.“These are gifts, Carrie, not payment.” Gavin displayed his uncanny knack for knowing what I was thinking. “If I had less money, maybe I’d only be able to buy you a pretty dress, but I have the money. Let me buy you these things.”“Okay.” I let out the word in a breath, hoping I wouldn’t regret my decision.“You should take Krissy with you. Make it a fun little excursion. I cleared that with Mimi too, just in case. And make sure Krissy gets something for herself, too.”I wasn’t sure if that made me feel more or less like a hooker.“Speaking of clothes.” Gavin’s voice changed into something deeper, more authoritative, the kind of voice that made me instantly wet. “What are you wearing right now?”“Pajamas,” I answered automatically, not really thinking about what I was saying or why.“Describe them to me.”A thrill went through me. I knew where this was going. “Give me a minute,” I said, getting to my feet. “I’m in the living room. Let me get to my room.”“No.”I froze mid-step. He couldn’t be serious.“Is Krissy in the living room with you?”“No,” I squeaked. My face flamed at the sound. “She pulled an all-nighter last night. She’s already asleep.”“Good. Put on your Bluetooth and sit down on the couch, feet on the floor.”I had a choice here. I could either pretend I was doing what he wanted and head back to my room to continue was I was sure would be a fantastic conversation, or I could follow his instructions to the letter.I went back to the couch and positioned myself accordingly. I put my headset in my ear and set my phone down on the seat next to me. My heart was thudding so loudly that I was sure Gavin would be able to hear it.“Now, describe what you’re wearing.”I looked down at my very unsexy outfit. Again, I chose the truth rather than a lie. “Gray sweatpants, and an oversized, light pink t-shirt.”“Bra and panties?”My face grew hotter even though I knew he couldn’t see me. “No.”He chuckled and I shivered as the sound caressed my skin. “I want you to do exactly what I say.”“Okay.”

Club Prive Book 4 out May 23rd.