Love or Luxury by Heather Thurmeier Page A

delivered and not left with the doorman as usual.
    "Delivery for Ms Sanders," he said, reading his clipboard.
    "That's me."
    "I'm going to need to see some identification before I can hand over this package."
    Odd. But okay.
    She fished her wallet out of her bag and handed him her driver's license. He glanced between the picture on the license, her face, then down to his clipboard again. Finally, he handed back her ID and shoved the clipboard in her direction.
    "Sign here."
    She scribbled her name in the space indicated, and curiosity grew inside her. She'd received plenty of packages before, but none that she'd had to produce identification to accept before. Who had sent her something, and what was it?
    The courier took his clipboard back and handed her the box. "Have a nice day," he said with a pleasant smile before disappearing down the staircase.
    Rebecca pushed the door closed with her hip and sat on the couch with the box beside her. She ripped off the tape. Inside the box, she found a smaller, rectangular velvet box and a card. She opened the card first, loving the feeling of excitement as it built in her chest.

My sweetest Rebecca,
Our date at Luna was amazing. I can think of no one I'd rather have by my side at the Annual Meadow Ridge Heart Association Gala than my beautiful girl. Please accept my invitation and my gifts. See you soon.
All my love,
Reid

    "All his love," Rebecca murmured with a smile.
    This was like something straight out of a movie. She'd never been treated like a princess before. Rebecca opened another smaller card she hadn't seen at first. A black credit card fell into her lap. Reid's name was printed on the front. A note explained she was to use his card to buy a dress for the gala to go with his gift.
    "I think I'm having a Pretty Woman moment," she said aloud to no one. This was surreal, to say the least. And damned exciting. She'd never had a limitless credit card given to her by anyone before. Not even the Blooms when she'd lived with them.
    Is this what marrying Reid would be like? Limitless credit cards and movie moments?
    She could get used to this.
    Remembering there was still another gift to open, she set the credit card aside. Slowly opening the lid to the velvet box, she peeked inside and gasped. Her fingers shook as she ran them over the most stunning diamond necklace she'd ever seen.
    Yes, she could certainly get used to this way of life.
    Carefully, she pulled the necklace from the box and fastened it around her neck. The diamonds shone like a million stars, even in the dull lighting of her apartment. She could only imagine how amazing it would look when she was at the club in a beautiful gown to match.
    Looked like she had another date with the doctor coming up. What better way to start getting ready than by shopping with the girls for her new gown?
    * * * *
    Rebecca looked at herself in the mirror. The slim fit of the jeans made her legs look long and lean. She twisted slightly to get a rear view. They did something amazing to her ass, too.
    "Wow. Bow-chicka-wow-wow," Bryn sang as she walked out of her own changing room with a gorgeous, low-cut red dress on. "Those jeans make your ass look unbelievable. Hell, I'd do you in those jeans. Reid won't be able to take his eyes—and hopefully, his hands—off of you in those."
    But it wasn't Reid's hands Rebecca imagined at the moment. Nope. It was the image of Finn's hands on her ass that was currently making her feel hot and bothered.
    Rebecca slipped back into the privacy of her changing room and looked at herself in the mirror again. They were pretty fabulous. She flipped the price tag over in her hand to evaluate how much she'd have to starve to afford them.
    Three hundred dollars! Did they come with diamonds stitched in the pockets?
    "I don't know. I think I'll leave them. They look like the other ones I already have."
    "No offense, but they totally don't," Bryn said from her changing room. "Those look way better than any of your