Page 9 of Billionaire Temptations

“Ahem, Emma.”

“Yes?” I turned around.

“Don’t you need help with your zipper?”

Shit. Here we go again. My panties were already wet from when he zipped it up. I turned around and pulled my hair up. He unzipped it as slowly as he had zipped it up.

“I swear to God. If you even think about looking at my panties, I’ll smack you.”

“I would never. Only if you wanted me to see that sweet ass of yours, then I would.”

I smirked and walked into the dressing room. As I changed back into my clothes, Max paid for the dress.

“Do you need shoes?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I forgot about shoes.”

“Well, let’s head over to the shoe department and see what they have.”

He walked ahead of me, and I couldn’t help but check out his fine ass in the dark denim jeans he was wearing. He had a great body. Muscular, strong, and, from what I could tell, perfect in all areas. When we reached the shoes, a pair instantly caught my eye. I walked over to the table and picked up the thin strap, four-inch heel sandals in a natural color.

“I think these would go great with the dress.” I turned the shoe over to see what size it was, and my eyes diverted straight to the price. “Oh, never mind.” I put the shoe down.

“Why? What’s wrong with them?”

“The price,” I replied as I moved to another display of shoes.

“It’s fine, Emma. They’re only eleven hundred dollars. I’ve paid more than that for my own shoes. What size are you?”

“Size eight. But seriously, Max, they’re too expensive.”

He flagged down the sales lady and asked her if they had an eight. A few moments later, she returned with the box of shoes, and I slipped my feet into them.

“They look great on you.” Max smiled. “What do you think?”

“I think they’re great.”

“We’ll take them,” Max told the sales lady.

Martin was waiting for us when we stepped out of Saks. He opened the door, and I slid in and across to the other side. As soon as Max slid in next to me, I lightly grabbed his hand. He looked at me with surprise and smiled.

“Thank you.” A small smile fell upon my lips.

His gray eyes stared at me for a brief moment. He tilted his head as the corners of his mouth slightly curved upward.

“You’re welcome.”

I let go of his hand and looked out the window. We arrived back at my apartment, and Max told me that he’d be over around six thirty to pick me up.

“I can catch a cab. You stay at your house, and I’ll see you when I get there.”

He chuckled. “Emma, I don’t live with my parents. I have my own place.”

“Oh. I assumed you lived with your parents.”

“Good God, no. I moved out as soon as I graduated from college. My apartment is over on East 77thStreet, about twenty minutes from here, and my parents live over on Park Avenue.

“Then I guess I’ll see you at six thirty.” I grabbed the bag with my dress and my shoes and went to my new apartment.

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