Page 195 of Billionaire Temptations

“I’m just looking right now. Thank you,” he spoke.

“OH MY GOD!” she mouthed as she turned and looked at me.

Rolling my eyes, I noticed her phone went off.

“Your phone went off,” I spoke as I held it up.

Sprinting over to the counter, she grabbed it from my hand and became excited as she saw she had a text message from Alex.

“Go in the back and take care of your relationship.” I smiled at her.

Taking the box cutter from the counter, I began to slice open the box, and my finger somehow got in the way.

“SHIT!” I yelled.

The sexy man, who was looking at the dresses, turned and looked at me as I wrapped my other hand around my wounded finger.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a low but husky voice.

“Yes. I’m fine. Just a little cut,” I spoke as I grabbed some tissues from underneath the counter.

“May I take a look?” He walked his designer-suit self over to me.

As he approached closer, I couldn’t help but focus on his incredible and sinfully beautiful chocolate-brown eyes. Not the light chocolate kind, but the dark.

“Are you a doctor?” I gulped.

“No. Just a concerned customer who flinched when the sales associate shouted ‘shit’ in the middle of the store.”

“Sorry about that. Instant reaction. Anyway, thank you for your concern, but I’m fine.”

“If you’re fine, let me see.” He smirked.

I sighed as I removed the bloody tissue from my finger, which was still bleeding.

“It’s still bleeding,” he spoke.

“It hasn’t clotted yet. I’m a slow clotter.”

“That actually sounds gross, but I’ll take your word for it. If the bleeding doesn’t stop soon, you may need stitches.”

“I thought you weren’t a doctor.” I smirked.

“I’m not, but my sister is, and I’ve been around her long enough to know some medical stuff.”

“Ah. Okay then. Are you sure you don’t need any help?” I asked.

“Actually,” he looked at his watch, “I’m very limited on time. My sister, the doctor, was in here the other day, and she saw a dress she liked. She said it was cream-colored, knee-length, spaghetti straps, and had a light pink flower that was attached to the waist.”

“Oh, I know which one you’re talking about.” I walked over to the rack that had all of Evelyn’s designs and pulled it out. “This is the one she’s talking about. It’s a one-of-a-kind design.”

His eyes raked over the dress and then met mine, staring at me for what seemed like an eternity before speaking.

“Nice. Do you have it in a small?”

The one I was holding up was a size large, so I put it back on the rack and looked through the other two next to it.

“I do. I have one left.” I smiled.

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