"Memories are memories, no matter how slutty they are. Besides, you did all that stuff basically before I was even born, so I think you're off the hook." His hand, lightly resting on my hips, begins to tickle my sides before I wriggle out of his grasp.
"Cheeky," he smirks at me.
"I couldn't resist. Now go buy it," I reply, giving him a slight nudge.
"Mhmm, I like this bossy side of you. Let's go buy this so I can get you home and get you out of that lovely dress of yours," he hotly mumbles close to my ear as he takes a hold of my hand, bringing me with him to the other side of the gallery.
"Happy with your purchase?" I ask him as we arrive back at the hotel. I didn't see how much Rhodes actually paid for the painting, but I don't think it was cheap.
"Very. It will get delivered while I'm away, so I'll have to figure out a place to hang it when I get back," Rhodes replies as I step out of the car. He's waiting for me patiently on the curb as I try and swing my legs out of the car in a certain way as not to flash everyone in the vicinity.
"Stop reminding me that you're going," I pout as we enter the hotel, the staff standing up slightly straighter when they see Rhodes. I wonder how they'll treat me when he's away; will they relax, or will they think I'm the enemy?
"I won't say it again, but you know you could..." I cut him off before he offers up New York again.