Page 63 of Billionaire Romance

After a little while, we have a few dresses to try on. Some are more casual, and a couple look like they belong on a red carpet. But I’m not sure at what level I need to be dressed for this party, so I’ll let Eric tell me how fancy I need to be.

The first dress I try on is a gorgeous purple dress with sweetheart neckline. It’s strapless, and silver decorates the top. The sweeping purple skirt falls into a cascade of silver as well. I like it. A lot.

I step out of the dressing room and catch Eric with a glass of water halfway to his lips. He freezes when he sees me. I hope that’s a good thing.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” Anita says, guiding me onto a pedestal in front of the mirrors. I can see myself from almost every angle, and impossibly, every angle seems to look good.

“I like it,” I say.

“You should,” Eric says. I didn’t notice him standing and coming up behind me. “You look beautiful.”

I don’t meet his eyes. “Is this fancy enough for the party? I have no concept of whether this is going to be just a party or a full-on ball.”

“I think this would fit well,” he says. “And this dress would be perfect.”

Anita steps up. “We have others to try on too. If this ends up being your favorite, we can easily come back to it.”

For the next hour, I truly feel like I'm the heroine in a movie, because I try on dress after dress and get to see Eric smile at me and feel those butterflies and imagine that this is the world that I live in all the time and that I'm not just a visitor. All the dresses are beautiful, but honestly, none of them really compares to that first one. I think that's going to be the one I choose, but Anita has several more for me to try, and they're all so gorgeous that I'm not going to say no to seeing how they look on me.

I'm in the middle of changing when Eric speaks right outside of the curtain. "Sally?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I come in for a moment?"

I freeze. I'm in my bra and panties, and my mind flashes to what Iris said. I don't want that to happen. "I'm not dressed," I say.

"I have to leave, go back to work, but I wanted to say goodbye."

It's a strange combination, this mix of relief and sadness. I don't want him to go. Suddenly I feel a burst of confidence. This man already knows that I'm a virgin and he hasn't run. His fingers have already been inside me. If he sees me in my underwear, nothing is going to change that. I push the curtain back with a smile on my face and watch as he takes me in.

Satisfaction fills me as I watch his eyes go dark, as he steps close and pulls the curtain closed behind him. "Though I very much wish that I didn't have to leave."

"I was teased before going here that you might want to have sex in the dressing room."

"Oh, I do," he says. "Absolutely. But like I said last night, I'm not going to fuck you for the first time somewhere less than you deserve." Reaching out, he pulls me to him, and kisses me. And this is a very different kiss than the one he gave me before. This one is filled with passion and intimacy and heat. It's not a kiss that you give when other people are watching. "Come to dinner with me tonight," he says. "And make sure you find something to wear while you're here."

"Where are we going?" I ask, because of course I'm saying yes.

That little smirk appears. "I'll text you, and I'll pick you up at eight."

"Okay."

He kisses me again, softly this time, and is out of the dressing room before I have the chance to say goodbye. It's probably a good thing for both of us. A little more and neither of us would have cared whether my first time was in a bed or not. I pull the next dress down and step into it, and am mortified when I realize that Anita was standing outside the whole time.

She sees the look on my face and waves a hand. "Honey, I've seen a lot worse."

"Okay," I squeak. "I need a dress for dinner tonight too, I guess."

She smiles. "I think I have the perfect thing for that."

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