Emma
That afternoon, Killian Armstrong drove to a luxury clothing store and waited for me in the fitting room while I went to try on the clothes I liked. He then served as the person who would approve whether the outfit I was trying on was good or not. Theoretically, he was supposed to do this, but every time I came back with a new outfit, he was tempted to kiss me or do naughty things with me, so he wasn't being that useful, but it was good to have this man around, showing so much desire for me.
“Are you sure we will be able to work together in the same workplace?” I asked him the moment he followed me into the fitting room, hugged me from behind, and was sniffing my neck, calling me a hottie.
“And why that question?” He asked as he smelled my neck and kissed there.
My hands were on h
