Page 70 of Nailing the Billionaire

He was patient, but his smile wavered when we walked out of a third store without a dress.

I’d had several more brain-fog incidents where he put a hand to my back to guide me into a store or down the street. Each time he touched me, the sensation was like the first time—an electric jolt that shook me to my core, a jolt I didn’t want to admit meant something. My subconscious, my irrational animal brain, didn’t understand the kind of man he was.

I’d avoided jumping, but only barely. One of these times, I was going to yelp like a little girl and embarrass us both. Twice I’d been about to object, but my animal brain had shut down my vocal cords.

I discarded the thought that he was being anything more than gentlemanly—that had to explain it. He couldn’t help himself. Insisting on opening doors for me, always walking on the street side, he was just following the gentleman’s code he’d been taught.

His words pulled me back to the present. “Should we try in here?”

“Sure.”

On cue, he held the door open for me.

We were quickly met by Veronica, and he again explained my quest for a dress to wear this weekend.

I followed Veronica back to the racks while Dennis waited up front.

She pulled out several selections that were lukewarm at best. “These would be fitting for the museum event.”

I looked them over briefly. “Not quite right.”

She tilted her head in Dennis’s direction. “You don’t think he’d like these?”

Likewasn’t the word I was going for. “He might, but I don’t want him tolikeit, I want him to love it, or better yet, be shocked by it.”

She moved down a rack. “Then this might be what you’re looking for.” She pulled out a bright red number.

I emerged from the dressing room. “How do I keep this from falling too open?” The neckline plunged almost to my navel.

“We have tape for that. Everybody uses it on the red carpet. I mean, if they didn’t, they wouldn’t be able to televise it, now would they?”

I turned around for her.

“You’ll also need to go down the street to La Perla for something to wear under that.” She pointed to where my panties were showing through the more than thigh-high slit. “They can also match this color for you.”

I wiggled and pulled my underwear down to step out of them. I didn’t want them ruining the effect when I showed this to Dennis.

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Dennis

How women could spendall day looking for a single dress was beyond me.

We were at the fourth store, and I’d approved of everything she’d come out modeling. But after each one, she’d said it didn’t feel right, whatever that meant.

Each of them had looked beautiful on her, but that was to be expected. Jennifer was a beautiful girl. She could make a T-shirt and jeans look sexy.

She appeared from around the corner. “What do you think of this one?” She twirled in front of me.

My mouth dropped.

She wore a bright red gown with a deep V front showing off her marvelous braless cleavage, and a slit that came almost to her waist, revealing a complete leg with each step, barely hiding what I guessed was her naked pussy. Each time she moved, my eyes darted to her thigh, hoping for a glimpse, but I was denied—just barely.

“Well?” she asked, breaking my stare.

I fumbled for the right word. “Breathtaking.”

“You think so?”

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