Page 4 of Billionaire Temptations

“You wanted to have sex with me last night.” I smiled.

He turned his head, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved. “I never said that.”

“Oh, come on. You said you wanted to go somewhere and talk. That’s code for ‘let’s go have sex.’ Plus, you told me to live on the edge, skip all the romance stuff, and go straight to bed.”

He chuckled. “Okay, fine. The thought had crossed my mind. I mean, look at you, but I could tell you weren’t that type of girl anyway. We had harmless flirting, and you have to admit it was pretty hot.”

He wasn’t lying. It was hot, and unfortunately, after I left the club, I thought about him most of the night, leading me to take care of myself.

“You live in New York?” I asked.

“Yep. I spent the summer at our beach house in Miami, scouting out potential property for my dad’s company.”

“So you work for your dad?”

“Yep. I’m being groomed to take over once he retires.”

“That’s great.” I gave a small smile.

“Since we’ll probably never see each other again after this, I don’t see the harm in you telling me what’s wrong. Sometimes, it helps to tell your problems to a complete stranger.”

“You’re not a stranger. I know your name, and you tried to have sex with me.”

He shook his head while a wide smile splayed across his gorgeous face. “All right.”

I finished my wine and set the glass on the tray, and Max looked away from me. He was right. I probably would never see him again after this flight, so what was the harm?

“I was moving to New York to attend Parsons School of Design. Everything was arranged. My financial loan was approved. I had been saving my money from my full-time job for living expenses, and I was staying at my friend Macy’s apartment while she was out of the country. Attending Parsons was a dream I had ever since I could remember. I received an email from the school this morning telling me that they made a mistake in approving my loan and that I have five days to pay the full fall tuition, or else they’re giving my spot to someone else.”

“Wow. I’m really sorry, Emma. How can they just take it back like that?”

“I don’t know. I’m going to talk to them first thing tomorrow morning.” I looked out the window with tears in my eyes.

“Hey. Don’t let it get you down. I bet it’s just a mistake on their part.”

The plane finally landed, and Max took his phone out of airplane mode. Several dings came through, and I looked at him when he uttered, “Oh, shit.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Umm…nothing.”

He seemed really nervous. He got up from his seat, grabbed his bag from the overhead compartment in first class, then waited for me, and we walked off together.

“I have to use the bathroom.”

“Okay. Well, it was great meeting you, Emma. Maybe I’ll see you around New York. Good luck.” He turned around and ran off.

I went into the bathroom, feeling confused and unsure of what had just happened. Oh well, I couldn’t think about him. I needed to get my bags, get to Macy’s apartment, and figure out what to do next. I exited the bathroom and headed towards baggage claim. Once I found it, I was startled when I heard my name.

“Emma, there you are. After I left the bathroom, I couldn’t find you,” Max said as he walked over and hugged me. “Go along with me. Please, Emma. I will compensate you for this favor,” he whispered in my ear.

“What the fuck are you doing, Max?”

“Just smile,” he said through gritted teeth.

He hooked his arm around me and walked me over to where an older woman and gentleman were standing.

“Mom, Dad, this is my fiancée, Emma.” His grip around me tightened.

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