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Both girls busted out into laughter.

Katie Collins was my best friend and assistant manager. We met sophomore year in high school and had been glued to each other’s side ever since. She attended NYU with me for the first year and then decided that college wasn’t for her. Since she liked retail so much, she decided to make a career of it and work at Nordstrom as a sales associate. She didn’t mind because she was on a mission to find a rich man to marry who would take care of her financially. She had been in a relationship for the past nine months with a man named Alex. He didn’t have much money, but she was okay with that because he was on his way to becoming a lawyer. She was a beautiful girl who stood five foot five with long auburn hair, jade eyes, and an overflowing personality that people loved.

Evelyn Rose was another friend of mine who was an up-and-coming designer. The two of us met at Parsons and have been close ever since. She’d been trying to break into the design business and was the reason I decided to help struggling designers and carry some of their lines in my store. Men loved her five foot-four stature, lean-as-fuck body, long black hair, and baby-blue eyes.

Chapter Two

Emily

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped my long blonde highlighted hair in a towel, slipped into my robe, and started getting ready for my date with Cliff. As I was applying my makeup, he sent a text message.

“I can’t wait to see you again tonight. I hope you had a good day.”

Looking down at the message, I sighed.

“Looking forward to our date.”

He replied with a smiley-face emoji, which drove me nuts. If there was one thing I hated more than anything in the world, it was those damn emojis. Rolling my eyes, I finished putting on my face, dried my hair, threw some loose curls at the end, slipped into my little black dress, sprayed on some Joe Malone perfume, and went into the kitchen to pour a glass of wine before he picked me up.

The doorbell rang, and when I opened it, he was standing there with a bouquet of yellow roses. Suddenly, a sick feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.

“Wow, you look amazing. Not that you don’t always look amazing, but tonight, you look extra amazing.”

“Thanks.” A small smile graced my lips.

“These are for you.” He handed me the roses as he stepped inside.

“Roses. Wow. They’re beautiful. You shouldn’t have. Thank you.”

“I was walking by the florist earlier and saw them in the window. They made me think of you, so I had to buy them.”

“Why would yellow roses make you think of me?” I asked as I placed them in a vase of water.

“Because they’re bright like the sun and that’s what you remind me of.”

Either Cliff was being serious, or he was just trying to make sure he got laid tonight. I was going with he wanted to get laid. He took me to Daniel for dinner and dropped a ridiculous amount of money on food and drinks. When we reached my apartment building, he placed his hand on my cheek and brushed his lips against mine.

“Was that too forward?” he asked.

“No, not at all. Would you like to come up for a drink and maybe have sex?”

He let out a deep breath. “Thank God you asked. I was hoping we’d have sex tonight. I really want you.”

As soon as we stepped inside my apartment, I kicked off my shoes and led him to the bedroom. Instantly, his hands were all over me. Up and down my body, grabbing onto my breasts and kneading them through the fabric of my dress while his mouth devoured my neck. I brought my hands up to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoned them, and slid it off his shoulders. His body was okay. I liked my men a little more built, but he wasn’t all that bad. He reached around and unzipped my dress, letting it fall tothe floor as he lightly grabbed hold of my shoulders and stared at my body.

“Wow. Your body puts every other woman’s body to shame.”

“Uh. Thanks.” I reached for his belt and unbuckled it.

He struggled with unclasping my bra, and it was starting to get on my nerves, so I took his hands, put them on my hips, and unhooked it, tossing it to the floor. His mouth instantly roamed to my chest, and his lips clamped around my hardened nipples.

“Jesus, you have the best-looking tits.”

He reached his arm around my back and laid me down on the bed, letting his fingers travel up my inner thighs until they reached the edge of my panties. Then they stopped. I lay there waiting for him to dip a finger inside me, but he didn’t. He just cupped me with his hand and rubbed me through my panties. His mouth was all over my breasts, my collarbone, my neck, and then on my lips. His kisses were sloppy, and I would have preferred he didn’t kiss me.

Grabbing the sides of my panties, he pulled them down, stood up, and took off his pants. His cock was nothing spectacular. It wasn’t big, but it wasn’t overly small. It was enough to get the job done. He hovered over me and stuck his cock between my legs. I wasn’t expecting that so soon. I wanted foreplay and lots of it. But he seemed ready and raring to fuck me.

“I have condoms inside my nightstand.”

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