Page 165 of Billionaire Temptations

“How cold? I didn’t pack anything warm. I didn’t expect it to be cold here.”

“Hmm. Okay, hurry up and throw some clothes on that sexy body. There’s a shop up the road that sells clothes. We’ll find you something there.”

“I’m sure they’re not open this early.”

“They open at five a.m.”

“Can I shower first?”

“I wouldn’t. You’ll get pretty stinky on that boat. Wait until we come back.”

“Great. Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.

“Yes. You don’t?”

As I stared into her beautiful blue eyes, I saw nothing but excitement in them.

“Of course, I do. I want to do anything you want to. It’ll be quite the experience. I’ve never been on a lobster boat before.”

I kissed her one last time, went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and threw on some clothes. When I walked out of the bedroom, Emerson gave me a weird look.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you have a pair of jeans?” she asked.

I looked down at my khakis. “No. Have you ever seen me in jeans?”

“No. But I think you should wear them.”

“I don’t like jeans.” I walked over to the pot and poured another cup of coffee.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” She looked adorable in her jeans and zip-up hoodie.

“Come on, big guy, let’s go buy you something warm.” She took hold of my hand, and we walked to the store up the road.

“Hey, Emerson,” a man yelled from behind the counter.

“Hi, Rob.” She smiled at him.

“Another friend?” I asked.

“Yep. He and his wife own the store. We talked one day when I was in here looking around.”

She pulled out a black zip-up hoodie from the rack and held it up to me. “Do you like this?”

“It’s okay. I prefer gray.”

“Here’s gray.” She smiled. “Try it on.”

As I tried it on, she walked over to the wall where the jeans were folded neatly on the shelf. There was no way I was putting on a pair of jeans.

“Emerson,” I yelled as I held out my hands. “How does it look?”

“I like it!” Her grin widened. “But not with those pants. Come over here and pick out your size in a pair of jeans.”

I sighed as I walked over to where she was standing. “I don’t want a pair of jeans, sweetheart.”

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