However, Lucian didn't even blink. He didn't look at the price tag. He just pulled out a black titanium card and slid it across the glass. "You heard the lady. Wrap it up. We're already late."
"Package that set for her, too," Lucian added.
Brianna stared at him, her heart doing a weird little double-tap against her ribs. Was this a gift? Or was this just another way of marking his territory with gold and stones? She didn't have time to overthink the psychology of a billionaire.
When the manager turned to her, eyes gleaming with commission-breath, and asked which one she preferred, Brianna didn't hesitate.
She looked Lucian dead in the eye and pointed at the most obscenely expensive set in the room. 'If he's going to be crazy, I might as well get paid for the headache,' she thought.
"That one," she said firmly.
Lucian just gave a curt nod, the "madness" still very much in control of his wallet.
