Page 328 of Billionaire Temptations

She didn’t respond, and I wasn’t going to push it any further. As soon as she went to lunch, I called Tori into my office.

“You needed something, Mr. Carter?”

“Yes. Since Anna is at lunch, I need you to find out about a pop-up event in Midtown tonight. The designer’s name is Franco Stiles. I want a time and an address.”

“Yes, sir.”

I leftthe office around six and headed home to change suits. All I could think about was last night. I vowed to stay away from her and keep things professional, but I blew it the moment I went over to her apartment. I couldn’t help myself, and I found that it was getting more difficult when it came to her.

I arrived at the pop-up event, and when I walked inside, I looked around for Anna.

“Wes?” Franco smiled as he walked over to me. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi, Franco. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No. Not at all. Welcome to my pop-up event. Did Anna know you were coming?”

“No. Do you know where she is?”

“She’s over there.” He pointed to the corner of the space.

“Thanks.” I patted his back.

As I walked over to her, she had her back turned and was holding up a beautiful black dress against her.

“I think you would look stunning in that dress,” I spoke.

She froze and then slowly turned around.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve never been to one of these before, and I was curious to see what it’s all about.”

“Okay. Enjoy.” She smiled as she began to walk away.

I lightly grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her back to me.

“You’re mad at me. Tell me why?”

“It’s a long story.” The corners of her mouth curved up into a cunning grin.

“Good, because I have all night.”

“You really don’t want to hear what I have to say to you. Besides, you’re at a good place in your life and don’t need any drama. I’m more trouble than what I’m worth, Mr. Carter.” Her brow arched before she yanked herself out of my grip and walked away.

Shit. She must have overheard my conversation with Christopher. That explains it.

She was standing by a rack of clothing when I walked up from behind and lightly gripped her shoulders with my hands.

“Then prove to me that you aren’t,” I whispered in her ear.

“I don’t have to prove anything to you.” She walked away, and I followed her.

“Stop being stubborn, Anna.”

She turned around as anger filled her eyes.

“We had one night in Paris and a couple of New York nights. It was nothing but sex. Let’s leave it at that.”

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