Billionaire’s proposal

personal assistants— Eric and Emma. Business is booming. We even

e praises. “I can tell you’re

o his eyes, everything I’d been holding on to which I hadn’t realized, slowly began to ease. He listens attentively, staring with

is unwarranted chip on her shoulder, stuck in a small town

trying to prove a point. And well, here I a

his dating thing isn’t so bad, not when

. I don’t want to end this quick date of ours, and unlike anything I have ever done before, I muster up a

pward into a cocky grin before he bit

he old Charlie would’ve kindly tried to reschedule. Work has al

e old, in w

Yes. Tonight w

lace or

ing I can cram in a few more hours of work

his watch but is quick to

’ve got a ton of

se begins to race again toward my hammering heart echoing beneath my chest. My gaze shifts away from his deep stare and toward his lips, desperate

gonizing pace, we bo

all the things Julian has made me feel with just one kiss.

no longer

r a fool

nig

ck, tilting my head to

AR

door echoes thro

avy chinos and a white buttoned-collared shirt. With a grin smothering his already handsome face, I struggle to

ello, go

t addition to the meal I’ve prepared. Taking it from

the living room, taking it all in

do you m

ve to other apartments I’ve s

gh, I’m warning you, it’ll t

it on the coffee table. Sliding his hands around my back, he

him. Tilting my head slightly, I painfully wait for him to kiss me. Our breaths

Our lips touch, barely, and with lust driving our bodies, I press harder agai

s body presses against mine. My mind, shallow in its thought

to catch my breath. “Did

his lips on mine again. “

e couch, despera

is C

and, of course, she’s lapping up all

nd dining area at a quick pace. The apartment, purchased twelve months ago, is a true testament to my h

ments before his eyes gravitate toward the countertop where

y mom taught me well, i

tic scent Eric gave me to bring love into my life. He’s a believer of all things kooky, strikingly

e remotest of countries to maintain the integrity of the pieces he writes. I love the fire in his soul when he spe

e you are. You’re a r

ward his lips as he finishes the remnants of his wine. “You gr

his lips while st

ows on the table, inching clos

only just, I

to strip you down to noth

e pound in my chest. Biting the corn

single in a city where millions of women roam t

s here,

single bit of caution that I’ve held onto for the last eig

feverishly, moans escaping in tiny breaths as we juggle to stand. Julian lifts me, prompting my le

ing area illuminating our faces enough to see

re is staring back at

who can please my unconventional world is standing over me unbuttoning his shirt. Bare-chested, with a shirt thrown carelessly to the ground,

autiful you look be