"Did you have fun?" Rhodes asks with a slight twinkle in his eye as I appear by his side. I don't dare look at the screen displaying the total as Rhodes passes over a black card to the woman. He wraps an arm around my shoulder as a bevy of staff take the bags and carry them out of the store, possibly to Rhodes's car downstairs, though that doesn't seem to have a lot of space for all of this stuff.
"Yes, of course, thank you for everything." I put on my best grin as he takes his card back from the woman. I thank both the woman and am slightly surprised when Rhodes also thanks them for their work before leading me out of the store, his arm still around me. For a guy that wrote in his contract 'refrain from PDA in public', he seems to be all too happy with having his arm around me. I can feel people in the store watching us as we trail behind some of the staff carrying the shopping bags out of the store and loading them into the familiar black Range Rover. I assume Ambrose is here to take me home, but instead of saying goodbye to me, Rhodes climbs into the back seat with me.
"Miss Kendrick's apartment please, Ambrose," Rhodes tells him as I place my seatbelt on, taking a quick look at the back of the car to see all the bags neatly placed there. It's quite a spacious car, but I'm still surprised it's able to hold that much.
"You're very quiet," Rhodes comments after a moment or two, Ambrose stoically ignoring us as he drives the car. "Do you not like the clothes?" I'm almost tempted to tell him the whole truth: no, I don't like the clothes, and I don't like the way you made me feel when you ordered them to get me a new wardrobe.
"No, I do, they're just... Well, they're very different from what I would normally wear, and they're all quite expensive." I opt for telling him the half-truth. I'd quite rather he not think that this is the way to make up for the times when he's an asshole. I feel like there will be a lot of those times, and I'd rather not have to go through this each time.
"I think you will look lovely in them. And I need you to be dressed to a certain standard." I nod my head as though I understand his point of view, and I do, but it doesn't mean that I like it. I didn't notice Poppy's style change all that much once she started dating her sugar daddy. If anything, she was finally able to dress how she's always wanted to; her style has always been quite edgy and out there and she was finally able to do it on a high fashion budget. Whereas I've always been a more conservative dresser; plain and simple, fade into the background. Rhodes wants me to dress like some kind of glamour model mixed with a CEO; and it's a great look, it's just not me. And he would have known that if he had actually bothered to get to know me before he started changing me.
"I know, it's just a lot to get used to," I mumble the excuse before I see us approach my apartment building. Rhodes leans out the window to take in the outside of it.
"This is where you live?" he asks. The jerk can't quite keep the disdain out of his voice. I nod my head.