Page 200 of Billionaire Temptations

“My name is Emily, not babe. We don’t have a relationship, Louis. We went out a few times, and I’m not looking for anything more. I was very upfront with you on our first date. There will be no next level.”

I sighed as I set my phone down and went into the fitting room to try on the dress Evelyn had brought me.

The wedding receptiontook place at the Waldorf Astoria. Beautifully lit chandeliers hung from the ceiling, giving off soft light and making the ambiance romantic. Expensive white linens draped over the tables and chairs, and elegant candle-lit floral centerpieces graced each table. Evelyn and I were supposed to attend the ceremony, but she got held up with a production problem for her new line. That was fine with me because I didn’t believe in or like weddings.

We were greeted with tall glasses of champagne when we stepped inside the Grand Ballroom. Taking one from the tray, I sipped it and looked around at the black-tie affair. A table to the right of us housed small fancy cut cards with our names written in exquisite handwriting to alert us at which table we were seated.

“Looks like we’re at table number fifteen,” Evelyn spoke. “Shall we make our way or get another drink first?”

Downing the last of my champagne, I held up the empty glass.

“Drink first.” I smiled.

We made our way to the bar and stood in a long line of others with the same idea. While Evelyn was in front of me talking with one of the other guests, a low voice spoke behind me.

“How’s your finger doing?”

Chills ran down my spine as I slowly turned around and stared at the sexy man who had been in my shop a month ago.

“It’s much better. Thank you.” I smiled.

“Did you get stitches?”

“I did. Three of them.”

“I do believe I told you so.” He smirked.

I swallowed hard as I discreetly checked him out from head to toe. A designer black tux, crisp white shirt, and a black bowtie made him even more sexy than his business suit did.

“So, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“The same thing you are.”

“Bride or groom?”

“Neither. I’m here with a friend. You?”

“Same.”

“Who’s your date?” he asked with caution.

“My friend, Evelyn. In fact, she’s the one who designed the dress you bought for your sister.”

Evelyn was so engaged in a conversation with someone else that she didn’t notice that I was talking to him.

“Evelyn.” I placed my hand on her shoulder, and she turned around. “I would like you to meet—” I looked at him.

“Jackson Caine.” He held out his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” She placed her hand in his.

“Mr. Caine bought one of your dresses for his sister,” I spoke.

“Ah. Well, thank you. I hope she liked it.”

“She loved it.”

With a smile, she turned around and placed her drink order.

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