I sit down at the edge of the bed and run a hand through my hair. Shit. I feel like such an idiot. As Annika can attest, I tend to get carried away when it comes to special occasions. I mean, I arranged a threesome for her birthday, for fuck’s sake. And for her birthday last year, I took her to Paris. Money has never been a factor for me. My trust fund is enormous. I don’t dip into it often, but when I do, I don’t hold back. But Bailey isn’t Annika. Annika grew up as wealthy as I did. Bailey did not. I’m such a fool. Of course he’s freaked out by all this.
