Riley Perry's eyes instantly lit up. "I want Mr. Sinclair to dress me!"
Cole Sinclair was speechless. 'He desperately wanted to ask, what kind of mistress bosses her sponsor around as a matter of course? Before, it was just bathing her. Now he has to dress her too?'
When Riley Perry saw he wasn't reacting, she started pulling at the covers again. "If you don't want to, then forget it. Perfect, I'll just sleep a little longer!"
Cole Sinclair grabbed her in a hug, his chiseled face showing a hint of anxiety. "Don't. We're really going to be late. Who knows how you'll complain about me then!"
Riley Perry was carried to the walk-in closet just like that. But when he saw the clothes, he suddenly felt that these designer outfits from the latest season were somehow not good enough for the woman in his arms.
