Page 184 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
I smiled at him. "James. I still need to get used to saying that."
"You do. Because Rob will give me hell if you go around calling me Professor Hunter." He laughed.
"So, James. What would you do on a Monday after eating lunch alone?"
"I'd go back to work."
"Was your office around here?"
"Well." He looked out the window. "There." He pointed to one of the buildings in the distance. It overlooked Central Park too.
"Is your headquarters still there?"
"It is."
"Your company must do really well."
"It's not my company anymore. But yes, it does." He smiled at me.
"And what about after work?"
He unfolded his arms from around me and walked over to the bed. I hadn't noticed it before, but there was a white box on the bed with a red ribbon around it. "It would depend on my mood. Sometimes I'd grab drinks with some of the guys I worked with. Or I'd have dinner back at my place."
"Do you still have an apartment here?"
"No. Not anymore."
I could have asked him if he sold it. Or if Isabella lived there alone now. But I didn't want to. I was going to focus on us. Nothing else mattered. "What did you do after dinner?"
"It would depend on my mood." He lifted up the box. "Tonight it's your decision." He walked over to me and handed me the box.
"What are the options?"
"Open it."
I pulled the red ribbon free and lifted off the top. I picked up the red, silky dress and let the box fall to the ground. The dress was adorned with a sheer red material with small flowers embroidered in it. It was probably the most expensive piece of clothing I had ever touched. "It's beautiful."
"So, I have tickets to an art gallery opening on the Upper East Side. And you can wear that. We can go shopping for whatever else you want. I already have reservations at Eleven Madison Park."
"What is Eleven Madison Park?"
There was a twinkle in his eye from my question. "It's one of the most prestigious restaurants in the city. I want to treat you to a night as one of New York's elite."
"New York's elite?" I laughed.
He smiled at me. "Or you can wear exactly what you're wearing. And we can go to a comedy club that I love in East Village. We can walk through Central Park and we can eat at the Tavern on the Green before the show."
I folded the dress and put it back in the box. "I think I'd like to go to the comedy club."
He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. "God I love you."
I laughed as I looked up at him. "Was that a quiz, Professor Hunter?"
"No. I would have been happy doing either thing. I've just never met anyone who'd choose option two." His eyes were suddenly smoldering. He could so easily take my breath away.
"And you're happy that I did?"
"Yes." His hands slid to my ass. "Besides, now we have more time for other things."
