He did forget that more often then he remembered. The way she looked at him and touched him made it hard to think about her being like that with women. Not that it bothered him, he just couldn’t picture it.

As they walked into the club he had taken his phone from his pocket and sent a message to Chrissy. Call my jeweler. Go pick up the one I put back. Needed it like ten minutes ago.

It didn’t matter that it was Valentine’s or a Sunday. What he wanted he got. Ashley was sort of like that bitchy dragon lady in The Devil Wears Prada, though he was sure he paid better. Chrissy would get a fat bonus for going out of her way for her boss. Tucking the phone away he smirked at her and kissed her when she nipped his lip. “Lead the way, doll.”