Chapter 18 Taking Her Shopping

Adam

The days had gone by quickly and now it was a new week which meant that I had a dinner meeting then a trip to Paris which I was both anticipating and dreading. Anticipating that I was finally going to be around her and try to take things to a different level between her and dreading that I might do something to mess up my progress.

From the night I had kissed Emily, I couldn't stop dreaming about fucking her, tasting her, and slapping her in between while she moaned my name. Begging me to go harder, faster and deeper. There's so much sexual tension between us that my mind can't help but stray back to that night. Every time I was around her my coĉk starts throbbing. Clearing my head from those thoughts, I finished putting on my white shirt before tucking it into my black slacks. Picking out a black tie, I took one of my black jackets off the hanger before putting it on.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I put on my socks and shoes before I grabbed my briefcase and left.

“James, I am ready,” I called out as I made my way outside of the house. Opening the door, I sat down in the backseat and took out my phone. Scrolling through my emails, I answered the ones that Emily had sent over regarding business that was important and discarded the ones that weren’t. Getting in the car a few minutes later, he started it and drove off.

“Did you find someone that was appropriate for her mom?” I asked as we neared the office.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Did you run the background check and the interview?”

Chuckling, he responded. “You’re hurting my feelings, Adam.”

“My apologies, I should’ve known better.”

“I know but I understand why you have so much concern.” Looking in the mirror, our eyes made four and I saw that he had a smirk on his face. Shaking my head at him, we laughed together and settled in a comfortable silence as he parked the car in the underground garage. I had asked him to look for nurses that took care of the elderly and to ran background checks before calling the successful applicants to do an interview.

“Did you pick one?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Who is the person?”

“A young nurse by the name of Melissa. She has the experience and her background is clean except for getting into a brawl at a bar. She is thirty-one years old.”

Nodding my head, I thank him. Getting out of the car, we went inside the building before we went our separate ways. I went to the elevator and James went somewhere in the building to probably patrol or relax. Stepping off at the top floor, I make my way to Emily’s office.

“Mrs. Martinez, are you packed and ready for tomorrow?” I questioned as I walked into her office.

“No sir, I haven't gotten around to it. I will as soon as I reach home.”

“I will assume you have proper attire and beachwear for the trip?” I asked with raised eyebrows.

“I like to think what I have is appropriate and no I do not have any beachwear because I wasn't expecting for us to go to the beach.”

Shaking my head, I replied. “Yes, it's a business trip but it's not every day I will be in a meeting. I am sure you would like to go to the beach to enjoy yourself.”

“But–––”

“Come with me, we are going shopping,” I cut her off. Without waiting for her response, I made my way outside of her office. I was walking very fast so she had to run to keep up with my long strides. Going to the elevator we made our way down to the first floor. Calling James who was now in his little area where he stayed downstairs, we exited the building where he opened the door for us to get in.

“Where to sir?” his deep voice boomed, I could see Emily shuddering when he spoke and I couldn't help but laugh. I received questioning looks from them both but I shrugged it off.

“The boutique James.” Looking at me through the rear-view mirror once more, I saw he had that same smirk on his face before he looked away. Starting the car, he drove off.

***

Arriving at the boutique, James killed the engine and got out. Opening Emily's door then mine, we got out and made our way to the small clothing store called “Flirtatious.”

Entering we were greeted by a petite girl, who looked no younger than eighteen.

“What can I do for you guys?” She asked with a genuine smile on her face.

“We want Evening gowns, business attire, heels, underwear, lingerie, and swimwear,” I replied, getting straight to the point. I could hear Emily gasping but I ignored it knowing well she wanted to object and I wasn’t going to allow room for it.

“Follow me,” the salesgirl spoke before walking straight ahead. I was about to follow her when I felt a hand gripped mine hard. Looking down at the hand then at the face, I saw that Emily had a serious expression on her face. Looking back down at her hand holding mine, then to her face then back to her hand, she immediately let me go and I couldn’t help but laugh. She was clearly embarrassed but she had recovered and had planted back the angry expression on her face. I knew she wanted to argue and question why I was doing this for her but I was in no mood for it today, but knowing I couldn’t get out of it I asked her what was wrong nevertheless.

“What is it, Emily?”

“Why are you buying me all of this? I thought you were just going to buy me one suit and a bikini!” she whispered angrily.

“Well, I am sorry if you thought otherwise. Now can you go and get fitted for the clothes.”

Walking away from her, I could feel her intense glare piercing my back. Ignoring it, I continued walking straight ahead to where the sales lady was. A few seconds later, she stopped right beside me and took the black backless dress from the sales girl before making her way to the dressing room. Sitting down in the chair opposite from it, the salesgirl offered me different beverages but I had politely declined. I was anxiously waiting for Emily to appear to see how she looked in that lovely dress. My thoughts had conjured up images and I must admit she looked sexy but it wouldn’t hurt to see her in the real thing then I would have the real image to replace with the conjured-up ones.

Resurfacing a few moments later, my breath was taken away by her beauty while my eyes wandered lustfully over her body–– taking in every inch of her curves that the dress showed.

“Well, how do I look?” I heard her voice come out. I wanted to say you look really delicious to eat or damn you look really fine but I settled for something much more appropriate.

“You look lovely.” Smiling at me, she gave me that breathtaking smile that almost made me lose it. I had to get out of here before I did something I might regret, before I pushed her against that door, wrap her foot around me, and fucked her. If I was reacting this way when she is in that long evening gown, imagine my expression when she is in the bikini.

“Could you please give her everything,” I whispered to the sales clerk after Emily went to take a look at herself in the full-length mirror that was a few distances away from the changing room. Smiling at me, the sales clerk nodded her head. Walking up to Emily, I handed her my debit card and left.

Going back inside the car, James wanted to know where Emily was and why I had left her but I was too embarrassed to tell him that my member was slowly making its way up to stand at attention when I saw her in that dress. So, I just nonchalantly replied, “I was getting bored.” He seemingly accepted my answer for he didn't question me further. Half an hour had passed before Emily finally came out with her hands filled with shopping bags and my debit card between her lips.

“I hope you don't mind, I have also purchased some extra shoes with your card.” Smiling at her I told her it was no problem.

“Emily, James will take you home at five pm today and pick you up back exactly six-thirty for the meeting that we have,” I said to her while the car came to a stop in front of the company. Nodding her head indicating that she understood, James got out of the car once more and opened our doors. Exiting the car and walking into the building, we made our way to my offices and began to work.

***

At exactly five, James came and Emily left but not before bidding me goodbye. Finishing up the remaining work that I had, I also left shortly after when James had returned to pick me up. Arriving home, I went straight to my room where I showered, brushed my teeth before exiting the bathroom. Getting dressed in a grey business suit, I made my way back downstairs to the car where James was waiting for me. Driving to Emily's home, he honked his horn when he had arrived. Exiting the car when her door opened, I saw his jaw dropped right to the floor and so did mine. Even though I had seen her in it today at the store, I couldn't help but have the same reaction. It was like she was more breathtaking than how she was earlier today and I couldn’t help but stare at her––all of her.

Clearing his throat, I snapped out of my daze and watched him escort her to the car where he waited until she was properly seated before he closed it.

Coming back to the driver's side, he fixed the mirror once more before staring at me.

“Miss Emily, did you buy that gown today at the boutique?” James asked politely.

“Yes, I bought it today. You like it?”

“Yes, I do and you look very lovely Miss Emily.”

Chuckling, she replied. “It’s funny how you say the same thing as what Mr. Jacob said to me when he saw me in it.”

“Oh, so Mr. Jacob did see you in this dress?”

Still laughing, she replied. “Yes, he did and he bolted out right after he saw me in it which was very weird.”

With his eyes on me and a smirk on his lips, he replied. “Weird indeed.”

“James, could you please start the car and stop talking!” I snapped. Chuckling deeply, he started the engine and drove off to the restaurant. The ride there was quiet as we were both lost in our thoughts. I, wondering how I was going to control myself in Paris and how fucking beautiful she is before I started asking myself what she was thinking. Sighing, I looked at her before staring out the window. I was now confused as fuck. It was the first time in my life, I wanted someone but I was afraid, afraid of being rejected. I guess I was more concerned about my ego than rejection.

Arriving there a few minutes after, he opened our door and I held out my hand to Emily. Taking it, I led her inside the restaurant. Telling the hostess why we were here, she led us to the table that was occupied by Joseph Mark. A powerful business tycoon that owns his own business in Chicago.

Arriving at the table, we greeted each other before I introduced him to Emily.

“Hello,” he greeted before he kissed her hand. Blushing, she replied back with the same greeting minus the kiss. When I saw his lips on her hand, I couldn't help but feel jealous but I pushed it aside. Pulling out her chair, I let her sit before I pushed it up then took a seat in mine.

Ordering dinner, Mr. Mark and I got down to business. I was happy that he wasn't hitting on Emily or throwing her flirtatious glances during the course of dinner which meant he wasn't interested in her. Dinner went on with ease and so did the meeting when we had come to an agreement that he will allow my company to market his business for him. Ending dinner and the meeting, we exited the restaurant and bid farewell before parting ways. Getting back inside the car, James drove Emily home.

“Mr. Jacob, I am sorry to bring this up now but who am I going to get to cater for my mom?”

Smiling at her I replied, “I have already hired a live-in nurse to take care of her, so you don't have to worry.” Smiling before her expression changed to something more serious, I knew what she was thinking–– if she could trust the nurse. “Don’t worry about it Emily, James did a background check and an interview with her. Thanking me softly. She let out a yawn before she rubbed her eye. Sensing that she wanted to sleep, I shifted over to where she was and rest her head on my shoulder. Her body felt tense, but she had gradually relaxed before her breath had evened out which meant she had fallen asleep.

Looking down at her, I smiled before I started playing with her hair. Laying my head back, I closed my eyes. I felt like I was dozing off when I felt the car come to a stop. Opening my eyes, I saw that we had arrived. Gently shaking Emily awake, she just stirred a little before she cuddled up more to me. Getting up, I rested her head on the seat before I opened the door and got out. Gently lifting her out of the car. James got out before he ran to open the front door. Going through it, I walked to her apartment door and did a poor act of knocking. A few moments later, Emily’s mom came to the door and opened it.

Greeting me, I did the same before she directed me to her room. Opening her door skilfully, I made my way inside and gently laid her on the bed. Sitting on the edge of it, I watched her sleep before I got up and kissed her on her forehead. Hearing her let out a small moan, I smiled before I walked out. Stopping inside the living room, I spoke to Mrs. Martinez who was very excited to see me. We talked about her health and I told her about the nurse that was going to look after her. The strange thing was she didn’t fuss about the nurse, she was just excited that Emily and I will be spending time together in Paris.

Looking at her, I saw that she was derailing. She looked worse than she did before and I could see that could barely stand. Giving me a look, she laughed and shook her head before she thanked me for everything that I was doing and that she was fine, and that she had accepted the fact that her cancer was growing. Kissing her on her forehead, I walked her to her room and tucked her in before I left. Locking the door from the inside, I exited the apartment building before I made my way back into the car. James was about to pull off when I noticed someone standing in the shadows smoking a cigarette. I couldn’t see the face of the individual but I could definitely see the smoke. I couldn’t help but get an eerie feeling, but I shrugged it off as nothing but I still couldn’t shake the feeling.

“So, I assumed you had a great night,” his voice came out teasingly.

“It was just a dinner meeting James, nothing more.”

“I hear you, Adam. You just keep playing your cards right lover boy and you're sure to have her as your wife.”

“Shut up and drive,” I chuckled.