Parker leaned back, fingers idly tapping against his glass as Tessa scrolled through the details on the tablet, her voice smooth as she listed every custom feature on his new toys.
After reaching an understanding, Parker made the call. Thanks to Tessa's help, he'd placed an order—custom cars, four motorbikes, all fine-tuned to his specs, and, of course, something else he conveniently forgot to mention to her.
So, while Tessa and the maids had been off training, his orders had been in motion, moving through production, getting prepped.
And now, here they were.
Tessa had found all the necessary details in the lounge and was currently explaining everything to him—each and every little customization—while their lovely third-wheel, Atalanta, was on her phone, grinning at something stupid, completely oblivious to the absolute obscene amount of money being spent right under her nose.
