Page 205 of Billionaire Temptations

“Good morning, Mr. Caine. What brings you to my store today?” I casually smiled back.

“I was in the area and decided to drop by and see how you were doing. Actually, to see if you got your man drama straightened out.”

“I did. Drama free and loving every minute of it.”

“Good to hear. How would you like to have dinner with me tonight? No man drama from me, I can guarantee you.”

I sat there momentarily, staring at his intoxicating sexiness in his dark gray tailored designer suit. I wouldn’t lie andsay I didn’t think about him and our conversations at the wedding that night. There was a connection between us. I felt it and believed it was because our thought processes about relationships were the same. We had something in common, and I took comfort in knowing that. A nice dinner with him and great conversation wouldn’t hurt. I found him interesting and actually wanted to get to know him better. Not only was he handsome as all fuck, but I was also attracted to his personality.

“I would like to have dinner with you tonight. Thank you for the invitation.” I smiled.

“Excellent. If you’ll give me your address, I’ll pick you up around seven.”

“You pick the restaurant, and I’ll meet you there. Is that okay?”

“That’s fine. May I have your phone number to keep in touch if something happens?”

“You’re not going to text me your daily activities, are you?” I asked with a twisted face.

“What?” He chuckled.

“Like that, you’re leaving the office. You arrived home. You’re getting in the shower. You’re eating a snack.”

“Absolutely not. Do men actually do that?” His brow arched.

“Unfortunately.” I looked down.

“I can promise you that I would never do that. If I’m going to text you, it’ll be because I want to say hi or I have information for you, such as the name of the restaurant for dinner tonight.”

He pulled out his phone and added me to his contacts.

“I’ll text you later. Have a good day, Emily.”

“Thanks, Jackson. You too.”

He gave me a wink and began to head towards the door. Before opening it, he turned and looked at me.

“By the way, I love your store.”

“Thanks.” I smiled.

Just as he walked out, Evelyn walked in.

“Was that Jackson Caine?”

“Yes, it was.”

“Did he buy another one of my designs?”

“No. He came to ask me to dinner.”

“And you said?”

“I said yes.” I gave a small smile.

“What happened to taking time off from dating and man drama?”

“He’s different. Remember, he’s just as anti-relationship as I am.”

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