What If You

I saw it when we walked in. Go down and buy yourself something. Just charge it the room.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m very sure.” He smiled as he gently kissed my forehead. “I’m going to do some work while you’re gone and then we’ll have to get ready for dinner.”
I went down to the shop and in the window, I spotted a black sleeveless midi dress with an asymmetrical side slit. It was perfect and I prayed they had my size.
“Can I help you?” A nice woman asked.
“Do you have this dress in a size four?”
“Let me check in the back.” She smiled.
A few moments later, she walked out with the dress in her hand.
“Here you go. Would you like to try it on?”
“Yes. Please.”
It was a perfect fit. The problem was I didn’t bring any heels with me.
“What do you think of the dress?” she asked.
“It’s perfect. You don’t by any chance sell shoes, do you?”
“No. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay. I’ll figure something out.”
“Is this going to be charged to your room?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m in the Presidential Suite.”
“Oh. Mrs. Remington, I presume?”
“Ah, yeah. Sure.” I smiled.
“Wait just a moment.” She picked up the phone and I overheard her conversation. “Mrs. Remington needs some black heeled shoes. Just get a few styles and bring them up to the Presidential Suite. Mrs. Remington, what size are you?”
“Seven and a half.”
“She’s a seven and a half. Thank you.”
“You’re all set. Someone will be bringing some shoes for you to try on in about forty-five minutes.”
“Really?” I smiled.
“Really.” She grinned as she handed me the dress.
When I walked into the suite, I saw Asher sitting at the table on his laptop.
“Did you find something?”
“I did and guess what?”
“What?”
“They’re bringing me shoes to try on.”
“From downstairs?”
“I don’t think so. The saleswoman said they didn’t sell shoes. But when she found out I was staying in the Presidential Suite, she made a call.”
“Welcome to one of the perks of having loads money, Miss King.” He smirked.

34
Asher
I had just showered and changed into one of my suits when I heard talking from the living area. Walking out, I saw Everly in her new dress trying on different pairs of black heels.
“What do you think of these?”
I nearly lost my breath when she turned around and I saw her in her black dress with the black heels on.
“They’re perfect.” I smiled.
“I’ll take them.” She told the woman who brought up the shoes.
“Excellent, Mrs. Remington. We’ll just charge them to your room.”
The moment she left, I walked over to Everly and gripped her hips.
“Mrs. Remington?” I arched my brow at her.
“They just assumed, so I played along.”
“If you’re going to pretend to be Mrs. Remington, then we should be having sex.”
“No.” She grinned as she tapped the end on my nose and walked away.
I sighed as I stood there trying to tame my rising cock.
“You look stunning, Everly,” I said as I walked into her bedroom.
“Thanks, Asher. You look very handsome yourself.”
“Are you ready to go? The car is waiting for us downstairs.”
As she hooked her arm around mine, I fell more in love with her. We were in this tropical paradise and I couldn’t wait to put my business behind me and focus solely on her for the duration of the time we were here. When we arrived at the restaurant, the hostess took us over to our table where Jack and Margot were already seated.
“Asher, good to see you.” Jack smiled as he stood from his seat and shook my hand.
“Good to see you too, Jack. Margot, you’re looking lovely as ever.” I smiled as I kissed her cheek.
“You’re too sweet, Asher.” She blushed.
“Jack, Margot, I would like you to meet Everly King—my girlfriend.”
“It’s lovely to meet you, sweetheart.” Jack smiled as he brought Everly’s hand up to his lips.
Everly smiled but she also had a look on her face. A look as if something was wrong.
“Are you okay?” I whispered in her ear as we sat down.
“Yep. Totally fine,” she whispered back.
“I must say, Asher, you have excellent taste in women.”
“Thank you, Jack. She is very beautiful.” I smiled as I placed my hand on hers that was resting on the table.
“So Everly, what is it that you do?” Margot asked in a snide way.
“I’m a life coach.”
“Really? And you’re how old, dear?”
“Twenty-eight.”
Margot let out a light laugh. “And what could you possibly know about life at your age.” She picked up her wine glass.
“You’d be surprised what she knows, Margot,” I spoke.
“Retract your claws, darling,” Jack spoke to his wife as he placed his hand on hers.
Everly
I was uncomfortable all during dinner with Jack and Margot, and I couldn’t wait to leave. I excused myself to the ladies’ room and as I was washing my hands, Jack walked in the bathroom.
“Is anyone else in here?” he asked as he looked under the stalls.
“No. And you can’t be in here, Mr. Klein. I need to get back to Asher.”
“Hold up there, little lady,” he said as he tightly wrapped his arm around my waist from behind. His grip was tight, and it paralyzed me. “I think you’re a very beautiful woman and I’d love nothing more than to fuck you.” His hot breath traveled down my neck. “So I’ll make you a little deal. Spend one night with me, and I’ll sell Asher my property. In fact, I might even sell it to him at a fair price.”
“Aren’t I a little too old for your taste,” I said.
“I can overlook that for someone as gorgeous and sexy as you. I bet you got some real hot stuff underneath that dress.” His hand started to roam up my thigh. “So what do you say? Do we have a deal? Or do I tell Asher tomorrow the deal is off, and he won’t get to build his precious little outdoor shopping center?”
I gulped as I freed one arm from his grip and elbowed him in the stomach as hard as I could. He released