Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 2(118)

“I guess it could be…”

“I’ll show you if you want.”

“What do you mean by that? I don’t want to see pictures of other women.”

“No,” he said, matter-of-fact. “Of course not. We can do a session, you and me, and I’ll show you what goes into it, then you can see the results first hand.”

“Asher,” I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. “That won’t work. I’m not sexy enough.”

He downed his current cup of sake, then poured me another, and held out his cup for me to do the same. Together, we drank.

“I beg to differ,” he said.

“What do you mean you beg to differ? I think I know myself, and I definitely know I’m not sexy enough to be in any of your pornographic photos.”

“Pornographic!” he said, as if it were the most amusing concept in the world. “Hardly! Jessika, this is art. Like classic Greek sculptures, I capture the pure essence of each individual.”

“You do realize that most classic Greek sculptures have woman of quite more than adequate proportions, don’t you? You basically just called me fat.”

“I did nothing of the sort. In fact, I resent that.” He rolled his eyes and made to move away from me, but only in teasing. “You’re not even close to fat, anyways. I’m glad you like the dress, by the way. It looks lovely on you.”

“I do,” I said. “I like it.”

I inched closer to him. I wanted more, a lot more. I looked up at Asher, saw a look in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. What was it? I moved closer, trying to figure it out, but halfway there I gave up. The alcohol fuzzed my brain. Not a lot, but enough. At least I wouldn’t be sleeping on a park bench tonight, not yet anyways.

It made me a little bolder, though. I put my hand on his crotch, felt his manhood beneath his pants. How did it come to this? I didn’t know. Asher watched me, stared at me, the look in his eyes changing ever so slightly. God, I wished I weren’t somewhat drunk so I could better read him, except if I weren’t I wouldn’t have my hand on his crotch, now would I?

I craned my neck up, moved my head forward to kiss him, and he didn’t stop me. His hand touched my breast, squeezed it, bunched up the fabric of my dress until he held it tight in his hand. I grabbed frantically for his erection, stroking him through his pants. I wanted those pants off. Right now.

Asher seemed the same. But, his wife. I couldn’t do this, had to stop, and that’s what I kept telling myself but I never did it.

The waiter knocked on the wooden sliding door. “The rest of your meal is ready,” he said.#p#分页标题#e#

No, no! Asher pulled me away from him, made me put my hands in my lap and sit politely while he leaned over and opened the door. When the waiter saw us sitting next to each other, he raised one brow, but said nothing. One after another, him and his assistant placed plates of food on our table, neatly arranging them around our lover’s special sushi platter. Once finished, the waiter closed the door for us, but not before saying, “I’ll bring more sake, Mr. Landseer.”

“Jessika,” Asher said when we were alone again. “I’m sorry, but we can’t do this. You’re drunk.”

Something struck me, some blind inspiration, and I decided to go with it. “You said we wouldn’t end our lunch date until I told you my answer,” I said. “I’m in no hurry to tell you.”

I meant, though the words came out a bit hazy, that he was stuck with me. I would tell him when I felt like it, and keep him for myself until then. It sounded less nice when I said it aloud, but I hoped he caught my meaning.

“Is that so?” he asked. “I said it was a romanticized thought, but I never actually said I’d go through with it.”

“You have to!” I pleaded. He was ruining my plans before I could even begin them, and it frustrated me.

“I’ll do it,” he said. “But I have a few requirements.”

“What?” I asked. “I’ll do them.” Whatever they were, I would, if only to…

“First, we need to cease this. We are both adults, and I am married. We can’t act as anything more than friendly to one another.”

“Fine,” I said in a huff, crossing my arms over my chest. “Fine. That’s fine. I don’t mean to sound upset, but I never meant it. It was an accident.”

“Yes,” he said, sounding unconvinced. “An accident.”

“You said ‘first.’ What’s second?”

“Second, if you insist on this, I insist you allow me to photograph you.”