Page 8 of Billionaire Temptations

He rolled his eyes and looked around. He got down on one knee and took my hand. Suddenly, people were stopped and gathered around us, watching the show.

“Emma Knight, will you marry me?”

I placed my hands over my mouth in excitement. I had to play the part of the happy girl who had just been proposed to on the streets of New York.

“Yes. Oh my God, Max! Yes! I will marry you!”

He slipped the ring on my finger and stood up, pulling me into a warm embrace, one that jolted the shit out of me. His muscular arms wrapped around me set my body on fire.

“You’ll pay for this.” His hot breath trailed along my ear.

Everyone around began to clap and whistle, and congratulations were said all around. Martin opened the limo door.

“Congratulations, Max and Miss Knight.”

“Thank you, Martin, and please call me Emma.” I smiled.

We slid into the back of the limo, and Max looked at me, narrowing his eyes.

“You wanted me to do that in front of Martin. Didn’t you?”

“Made it look more real. Didn’t it? Now he can tell your parents how you proposed to the love of your life on the streets of New York because you’re so happy and you wanted everyone to witness it.”

“Damn. You’re good.”

“I know.” I winked.

“Martin, please take us to Saks so my lovely fiancée can buy a new dress for dinner tonight.”

“I have dresses, Max. I don’t need to go to Saks.”

“How can I put this nicely? Dinner with my parents is a formal occasion. Don’t worry. I’ll help you pick something out.”

If I were going to play the role of a millionaire’s fiancée, I’d better dress the part. Martin pulled up to the curb of Saks and opened the door for me. I climbed out, and Max placed his hand on the small of my back, sending shivers down my spine.Damn.We took the escalator up to where the women’s dresses were, and immediately, Max pulled a dress from the rack. It was a Jacquard Sheath sleeveless dress with a round neckline in natural.

“You’re what? About five foot nine and a size two?”

“Size four.” I smiled. “But thanks for thinking a size two.”

“This will look amazing on you. Go try it on.”

I took the dress from Max, and the sales associate let me into the dressing room. As I took off my clothes and stood in front of the full-length mirror, I noticed some areas of toning that were desperately needed. Damn, these fitting room lights. Macy said there was a fitness center in the apartment building, and I could use it at any time. Tomorrow, I’d start working out. I slipped into the dress and had trouble zipping it up, so I walked out of the fitting room and asked Max, who was sitting in the chair, to help me out. He got up and walked over to me with a smile on his face as I turned around. His hand lightly took hold of the zipper, and he slowly zipped it up.

“Nice light pink bra. Are you, by any chance, wearing matching panties?” His hot breath trailed along my neck.

I swallowed hard. “Don’t you worry about what panties I’m wearing,” I replied in a seductive tone.

“I can’t help it.”

I took in a deep breath and turned around. “Well?”

“That dress looks perfect on you and incredibly sexy.”

“Thanks. I like it too, but I’m afraid it’s too expensive.”

“Nonsense. Nothing is ever too expensive for my fiancée.” A smile crossed his lips.

Hell, if he wanted to buy it for me, who was I to turn down a four-hundred-dollar designer dress? I began to walk back into the fitting room when Max called my name.

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