Chapter 62 - Emily

**EMILY**

Emily had talked to Vivien, and it had turned out to be a fun afternoon, during which she had also taken her measurements. The two women had briefly joked about sending Oliver Daron Vivien’s measurements, but had decided against it.

“What if the head of the agency sends me tailored clothes - and none of them fit me?” Emily dared to object, and that convinced Vivien. It felt good to talk to her friend about the agency. She also immediately agreed to fill in on Tuesday so that Emily could leave work early.

“Why don’t you just say you have a doctor’s appointment?” Vivien had suggested. I’ll take care of Nicole, and you can prepare for the appointment in peace. And later you can tell me how it went. Who knows,” her friend had added with a mischievous look, “maybe it will turn out to be more than just a one-time arrangement.

Emily had just laughed. What she hadn’t dared tell her friend and colleague was that the CEO of the company would be her date and that he would be providing the clothes. It wasn’t a one-time arrangement, but it would probably never be more than arranged dates. He was twelve years her senior and her boss. She was afraid that if Vivien found out more and accidentally blurted something out to the company, unpleasant rumors might spread.

Just how bad those rumors could get became clear to Emily when she received a package from the messenger. It wasn’t a dress at all, but a few strips of fabric attached to a silver suede belt that barely covered her breasts and certainly not the rest of her body. Yet it fit perfectly, leaving no doubt that it had been made for her.

Emily turned in front of the dressing room mirror and couldn’t believe it. The blue fabric matched her eyes perfectly, the satin stripes across her breasts shimmered seductively, and the silver belt was an absolute eye-catcher. Luckily, she had toned thighs, because the narrow gray-blue strips of fabric and the thin threads hanging down from the belt didn’t hide anything when she moved. Every bit of skin seemed to show through, legs and buttocks constantly flashing. The fact that her back was completely exposed only made it worse. Who had come up with such a design? This was not a dress, it was a display of feminine charms! Even a bathing suit covered more.

Emily knew that she had to get to the rendezvous point on time in this dress. She had to be there before Alexander Fitzpatrick, so that he would immediately see what he had done wrong as he approached. If this was his way of punishing her for her naive role-playing, he had done it perfectly. He should realize that he was punishing himself. After all, he was being hounded by the press. And dating a woman who parades around half-naked in public didn’t look good. There was nothing she could do about it. He had made up his mind. To make it less embarrassing, she had ordered a white cardigan, which covered at least a little, and a nude panty. She didn’t want to leave the house without a slip, no matter how bad the dress was; she wanted to retain some dignity. The cardigan came down to her calves and had a nice cable pattern that served as a visual cover. But she would have to take it off. To hide her bare back a little, she left her hair down and fixed it with some hairspray so it wouldn’t fall in her eyes. She had no idea what Alexander had planned for her, but she wanted to be prepared.

When the doorbell rang and the driver came to pick her up and take her to the rendezvous point, Emily took a deep breath. She was extremely embarrassed to leave the apartment in this outfit. But she had no choice. She had long since realized that Alexander Fitzpatrick always got what he wanted. And now he obviously wanted her humiliation. She would take it with her head held high!

She stalked to the car in her high heels. The driver held the back door open for her. This was certainly better. If she had to sit next to him in the front, he might have been tempted. Her cardigan didn’t cover everything, and the strips of fabric slid aside as soon as she sat down. It was not her intention to seduce the driver with this revealing dress. In any case, she was relieved when he opened the door with a stony expression and closed it behind her. He didn’t even hint with a twitch of his facial muscles that he found the dress too sexy.

Maybe he’s just used to Alexander ordering half-naked women around, Emily thought, and she wasn’t at all comfortable with the thought.

The driver drove through the city and Emily looked out the window. Where was he taking her? It didn’t take her long to figure it out: a museum. Her cheeks flushed. This dress was definitely not appropriate for a museum. She was certainly more interesting than any of the exhibits.

When the driver finally dropped her off right in front of Alexander’s building and she stuck one bare leg, then the other, out of the car, she enjoyed Alexander’s astonished look. Was he looking between her legs? It was a good thing she’d worn nude panties, so he couldn’t see anything frivolous. Still, she felt a strange tingling in her stomach. Oddly enough, it made her hot to think that he was looking at her most intimate parts.

Since he was standing in front of the museum, stiff as a poker and with a lustful look at her legs, and showed no sign of helping her out of the vehicle, she grabbed the door frame to get out on her own. So much for the gallant in man! The tail control apparently collided with the gallant. As she walked toward him, hips swaying in her mid-blue high-heeled pumps and deliberately leaving her cardigan wide open behind her, his mouth fell open. It seemed that only now did he realize what exactly he had sent her. Unfortunately, the saying “better late than never” did not apply in this case. She stood close to him and placed a hand on his chest. In a low, breathy voice, she said, “It’s good to see you, Honeymoon.”

Those words snapped him out of his lethargy. It went through his body like a jolt, and she could see him take a deep breath. “Yes, Emily, the feeling is mutual. Then he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, sending a shiver down her spine.

“I seem to be late, Mr. Fitzpatrick,” she said, lowering her head playfully. “Are you going to punish me again and spank my bottom?”

“Is that what you want?” His voice was dark, rough, and sounded extremely dangerous.

“Yes, Mr. Fitzpatrick, I do,” she whispered, raising her eyes to his. His blue eyes glittered, and his fire lit a fire in her as well.

“I should spank you for that indecent dress,” he whispered back, stepping close to her. His fresh, spicy scent filled her nostrils.

“But you sent it to me, Honeymoon.” Even to her ears, she sounded lustful, breathless, and probably as greedy as she looked.

“Did I?”

They locked eyes. Golden brown met gray-blue. But this time it wasn’t a fight, it was a sensual dive, a game of lust. Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm. Her lips parted slightly as she waited for his next move.

Kiss me, she thought longingly, longing for the touch of his large, powerful hands. Why was he hesitating? Wasn’t the dress he had sent her seductive enough? The last time she had kissed him without prompting, which had annoyed him greatly. What should she do now?

“Alexander, please kiss me,” she finally begged in a pitiful voice when he just looked at her. The longing for his lips, for his touch, became overwhelming. She couldn’t look at him without melting with desire. She needed him - now.