Page 227 of Billionaire Temptations

“How about Per Se?”

“Sounds good.”

“Shall I pick you up?”

“Evelyn will be with me.”

“Then I’ll pick both of you up. Give me your address.”

“425 East 82nd Street, Apartment 5B.”

“I look forward to our date, Miss Wade.”

“Me too, Mr. Caine. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

“You too.”

After ending the call, I pulled up Dylan’s number and sent him a text message.

“Friday night, seven o’clock, Per Se. Oh, by the way, it’s Emily.”

“My favorite restaurant. Looking forward to it.”

When I stood on the corner trying to catch a cab back to the shop, a black limousine pulled up, and the passenger side window slowly rolled down.

“Hello again.” Jackson smiled. “Need a ride?”

“I do. I can’t seem to get a cab to stop.”

“Then climb on in.” He opened the door for me. “Where are you headed?”

Sliding into the backseat beside him, I said, “Back to the shop.”

“What are you doing over this way?” he asked.

“I had a doctor’s appointment.”

“Are you okay?” he voiced with concern.

“Oh yeah,” I waved my hand in front of my face. “Just my yearly gyno checkup and a refill for my birth control.”

His brow instantly raised as his sexy chocolate eyes stared into mine.

“You’re on birth control?”

“Yeah. I have been for years.”

“Why didn’t you mention that before?”

“Why would I? It’s not like I would let you fuck me without a condom.”

“Ever?” His brow raised again.

“Not unless I had proof you were clean and disease free.” I cocked my head.

“I see.” He smirked.

“Anyway, I have to call Per Se and make a reservation.” I pulled out my phone.

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