Page 16 of Billionaire Temptations

“Yeah. He lives in a studio apartment over in SoHo, and Hannah lives on campus.”

“I’m glad you met some people. So I suppose you’ll be going out with them sometime?”

I narrowed my eyes at his question.

“Yeah. I’m sure I will be.”

He got up and walked to the door. “I better get going.”

I stood in front of him, and he stared at me for a few moments before placing his thumb on my chin.

“You look really hot in that outfit.”

My toes curled, and my heart picked up at a rapid pace.

“Are you trying to have sex with me again?”

He kissed my forehead. “No. I just wanted to tell you that.” He smiled and walked out the door.

I knewwhat I was getting myself into by agreeing to this arrangement. I knew that when I saw him for the first time in Miami, and my body started to tingle, I was interested in him, but I didn’t think I’d ever see him again. The more days that went by, and the more I didn’t see or talk to Max, the more dejected I became. I barely knew him, but we were engaged, and he was paying for my school. It was a Saturday morning, and I had just gotten out of bed when my phone beeped with a text message from Darren.

“Good morning, Emma. Max is sending me over to pick you up and bring you to his apartment. I should be there in about fifteen minutes.”

I sighed.

“I just woke up, and I need to shower and get dressed. You can tell Mr. Hamilton that I’ll be over when I’m done getting ready and no sooner. So I’ll see you in about an hour.”

Who the hell did Max think he was? I thought I had heard my phone beep as I was showering, so I took it from the nightstand in my room when I finished.

“Don’t eat breakfast. I have breakfast here for us.”

I rolled my eyes. What the hell was he doing?

I stepped out of the building, and Darren was waiting at the curb.

“Good morning, Emma.” He smiled.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of being summoned so early in the morning by Mr. Hamilton?”

Darren snickered. “I’m not quite sure.”

He drove me to Max’s apartment and pulled around to the parking garage, where an elevator sat at the far end.

“Take that elevator up to the top floor.”

“Thanks, Darren. Have a good day.”

“You too, Emma.”

Chapter Seven

I grabbed my purse,climbed out of the Rolls Royce, and took the elevator up to the thirtieth floor. As the doors opened, I stepped into the foyer of Max’s apartment. I nearly had an orgasm when I saw him walking towards me in a pair of faded blue jeans and no shirt. I gulped at the sight of his ripped abs and the hint of his V that peeked out from where his jeans sat low on his hips.

“Good morning, Emma. Welcome to my apartment.”

“Good morning, Max.”

I needed to keep my cool because it was taking every bit of strength I had not to tackle him to the ground and have my way with him. This wasn’t like me, and I blamed it on not having sex for so long. I was only human, after all.

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