Page 88 of Billionaire Temptations

I arrived home at seven o’clock to meet my houseguest, take a shower, and change for a dinner date I had. The most incredible aroma filled the air when I walked through the door. I set my briefcase down and walked into the kitchen, where I found a woman wearing extremely short jeans shorts standing over my stove.

“Ahem.” I cleared my throat.

She didn’t turn around, so I did it again. “Ahem.”

I sighed as I walked over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped and turned around.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me,” she said as she took her earphones out.

What the fuck?She was no eighteen-year-old. I stared at her ocean-blue eyes as she placed her hand over her heart.

“I tried to speak to you, but obviously, you couldn’t hear me.” I pointed to her earphones.

“You must be Alex Parker. I’m Emerson James, Adam’s sister.” She extended her hand.

“Nice to meet you. How old are you?”

“Excuse me?” she asked with a narrowing eye.

“It’s just the way Adam talked about you. I thought you were around eighteen. Obviously, by looking at you, you’re not.”

“I’m twenty-six.”

“I see. Okay. Welcome to my home, Miss James, and please make yourself comfortable. I’m assuming Jenna showed you around the property.”

“Yes, she did. She was very nice. And what exactly did Adam say about me?” she asked with a furrowed brow.

“Not much. I just assumed you were younger. What are you cooking?” I leaned over and looked in the pot that was sitting on the stove.

“Pasta with a homemade palomino sauce.”

“It smells delicious. Adam told me you are quite the cook.”

“Would you like some?” she asked with a smile.

Placing my hand in my pocket, I politely told her no.

“I have a dinner date that I need to get ready for. So, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Oh, sure. Have fun.”

I turned away and began walking out of the kitchen. Stopping, I turned around and looked at her one last time before heading upstairs. “Thank you.”

Fuck, oh fuck. Adam’s sister was beautiful, extremely beautiful. Her brown hair with blonde highlights that she wore in a ponytail complemented her tanned skin and ocean-blue eyes. From what I could see, her body was perfect. She was fit, lean, and toned in all the right places, and the tank top she wore clung tightly to her large, round breasts. I shook my head and successfully stopped my cock from getting hard. After all, I was a man in the presence of a beautiful young woman, and it couldn’t be helped. Standing in the shower, I kept thinking about my cock’s reaction to her. Normally, I didn’t get hard just by looking at a woman like that. I saw beautiful women every day, and this had never happened before.What the hell was going on?

Chapter Three

Emerson

Alex’s pictures didn’t do him justice. That man was just as delicious looking in person as he was online. He stood six foot three with short, sandy-brown hair and blue eyes. His chiseled cheekbones and strong jaw made him very sexy, not to mention the five o’clock shadow that he sported was perfection.Shit. And yes, I looked down to his man area to see if he was sporting anything big. It was too hard to tell in his black suit pants. I’d have to see him in a pair of jeans or maybe a pair of khaki shorts.

As I put my pasta on a plate and before I stepped onto the patio, I heard the front door open and then shut—thatsmell. I caught a whiff of a man's scent that drifted into the kitchen. I knew that smell. He had put on Dolce & Gabbana, my favorite man scent of all time. I sighed, grabbed my plate, and took it outside on the patio.

It was a beautiful night. The sun had set, and the stars were coming out. The warm breeze that swept across my face made me remember how much I used to love living in California. As I was eating, my phone rang, and it was Adam.

“Hello.”

“Just making sure you arrived safely. How are things going?”

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