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“Have you considered sticking around for a while after Adam returns? Maybe try and reconnect with him?”

“Nah. Never stay in one place too long, and three months back in Cali is way too long.”

Her way of thinking was really starting to get on my nerves. After we finished lunch, she left, and I stood looking out the window with my hands in my pockets.

“Excuse me, Mr. Parker?” my secretary Olivia spoke.

“Yes.”

“Don’t forget you have that charity event tomorrow night at Jonathan Place.”

“Shit. I already forgot. Call Jenna and have her make sure my tuxedo is ready.”

“Yes, sir.”

I sat down at my desk and looked through my contacts of women who would want to attend with me. As I scrolled through the names, no one was piquing my interest. I sighed. Suddenly, I realized that I didn’t have Emerson’s phone number.

“Olivia,” I called over the intercom. “Do some digging and get the phone number for an Emerson James.”

“Right away, sir.”

“When you get it, text it to my cell.”

“Of course, sir.”

I’d let her into my home. She cooked for me. I even fucked her twice now, and I still didn’t have her number. My phone beeped with a text message from Olivia. I stored Emerson’s number in my contacts and then texted her.

“There’s a charity function tomorrow night and I need you to go with me. You’ll need a formal dress, so go to Bloomingdales and buy one. Put it on my account.”

A few moments later, she replied,“Who is this?”

I rolled my eyes and let a small smile cross my lips.

“It’s Alex. Who the hell else would be asking you to a charity event?”

“You never know. Who would have thought I would have run into the man from Vegas in your office, lol!”

Did she really just say “lol”? I shook my head and replied.

“Very funny, Emerson. Now go buy a dress.”

“I don’t believe you asked me properly, Mr. Parker. You said that you ‘need’ me to go. You didn’t ask me if I would like to go. There’s a difference, you know.”

I could feel my blood pressure rising by the minute. She was going to be the death of me.

“Emerson, would you like to attend a charity function with me tomorrow night? It’s for a very good cause.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Parker. I’d love to.”

“Good. NOW GO BUY A DRESS!”

“Watch your blood pressure. I would hate to miss that event because you went and had a heart attack.”

I clenched my jaw and set my phone down. That woman. That beautiful, hot-as-fuck, amazing-in-bed, smart-mouth woman.

Chapter Sixteen

Emerson

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