Page 42 of Billionaire Temptations

“Are you falling for him?” she asked.

I looked down.

“Aw, sweetie. You are.” She reached across the table and grabbed my hand. “There’s something I need to tell you. The modeling agency is moving me to Paris.”

“Oh my God! That’s wonderful. I’d love to live in Paris.”

“Thanks. I’m pretty excited about it. They want me to leave next week, and they’re selling the apartment, so I’m afraid you’ll have to move.”

Panic settled in. Where was I going to go? I couldn’t afford an apartment on my own. I didn’t have a job yet.Shit.

“No problem. I’ve been looking at apartments for Kara and Molly anyway, and I’ve seen a few that I liked. I’m so happy for you, but it sucks because you just got home, and now you’re moving away in a week.”

“I know, sweetie. I’m sorry.”

I stood up and gave her a hug. “Don’t be sorry. This is an amazing opportunity for you.”

“Maybe you can stay with Max.” She smiled.

“Umm. No. That wouldn’t work out too well.” I laughed.

We cleaned up, talked some more, and then headed off to bed. She’d had a long flight and was jet lagged, and I needed to call Molly and Kara and figure out what to do.

The next day,after class was over, I resumed my apartment hunt. I heard my phone ringing, and I pulled it from my purse to see that Max was calling. I sighed.

“Hello.”

“Hey. What are you doing?”

“Apartment hunting.”

“Why?”

“One, for Kara and Molly, and two, because I have to move.”

“What do you mean? Wait. Explain to me over dinner. I’ll be by to pick you up at six o’clock.”

“No. I don’t want to go to dinner.”

“Sorry, Emma. You’re breaking up. I can’t hear you. Bad connection. See you at six.”Click.

Damn him!The last thing I needed today was to see him. He hadn’t called all week, and now he decided he wanted to see me. Fuck him. When I got home, Macy had just walked through the door.

“Hey. How was school?”

“It was okay. I have to hurry and change. Max is coming to pick me up for dinner.”

“Oh. It’ll be nice to see him again. I think.” She laughed.

I went to my bedroom and changed my clothes. I heard a knock at the door as I was freshening up my makeup and running the brush through my hair. Macy answered it.

“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Hamilton. Do come in,” I heard Macy say.

“Emma didn’t tell me that you had returned.”

“Maybe because you hadn’t bothered to call me all week.” I glared at his sexiness as I walked past him.

“I was out of town on business. Anyway, it’s good to see you again, Macy. Now, what’s this about you having to move?” he asked.

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