Too much money and not enough sense.
“That would be an idea.” I smirk, raising a brow.
“Get rid of what you don’t want.” He pulls a dress from the pile and holds it up to admire it, thrusting it down to pick up lingerie instead, with a smile and a dirty wink.
“Most of it still has tags, Jake, she should return them.” I snatch the bustier from him and throw it toward my dresser where my lingerie lives. His raised eyebrow is not lost on me and yet, I ignore it, not really wanting Jake to ogle my lingerie.
“Just give them away, Emma, they’re already paid for.” He shrugs.
“Jake, there’s thousands of dollars worth of stuff here.” I implore him in frustration, he has no concept of money sometimes.
“And?” he says as if to prove my point. I forget that he probably spends more than that on on
