Free The Billionaire's Terms: Prison Or Passion by Elizabeth Lennox Page B

figured he was just trying to wake me up faster, jealous that I was still in that big, comfortable bed while he was slaving away at some awful company. The owner is really mean,” she whispered conspiratorially.
    Adam threw back his head and laughed. “Is he?” he finally asked. “Well, you should talk to him about how to manage a company. He can’t have very good employee retention, which is always bad for business.”
    Alicia smiled, enjoying his laughter as much as his teasing. They spent the rest of the meal talking about nothing in particular but Alicia loved getting to know him a little more. He was more relaxed, quicker to laugh and less quick to tell her what to do for some reason.
    Unfortunately, the lunch ended and Alicia stood up, prepared to leave and head back to his penthouse. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said as he signed the tab. “We have more stops.”
    He stood up and put a hand to the small of her back as he led her out of the restaurant. They got into the limousine and Bill apparently already had his instructions. Alicia was overwhelmed when he led her to one of the exclusive New York boutiques. The dresses in the window were worth more than her gross monthly salary, she thought, her eyes huge as she was escorted inside.
    A pretty, blond woman with a perfectly tailored suit walked up to greet them. “Good afternoon, Mr. Meyers. We’ve been expecting you. We have several selections ready for your approval.”
“Good. This is Alicia. She’ll be making the selections,” Adam said.
    “Very good, sir. This way,” the lady smiled, showing Alicia to the back of the store to where a rack of dresses, slacks, skirts, shirts and evening gowns were hanging. “Mr. Meyers mentioned that he thought you were about a size six or eight,” the woman replied, looking Alicia up and down, “But I think you are closer to a size six. Am I right?”
Alicia could only nod her head, her eyes looking at the beautiful gowns.
    “Wonderful. Why don’t you follow me to the dressing room and we can start with the first outfit,” she said, one arm outstretched to indicate a doorway that obviously led to a dressing room.
Alicia stared, worried about the whole expense. She turned to find Adam sitting on a satin covered chair, looking amused.
     
“Adam, could I have a word with you?” she whispered.
     
Adam glanced quickly at the sales attendant who immediately moved away, giving them privacy.
     
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
     
Alicia ignored the amused smile flitting over his features. “Adam, you don’t need to do this,” she said. “These dresses are too expensive.”
     
“By whose standards?” he asked, the smile lighting his eyes.
     
“By everyone’s!” she gasped.
    “Not mine. Besides, it is my money and I’d like to see you in those dresses.” His eyes lit over her features and his smile changed from amusement to sensuality. “And out of them,” he finished.
    Alicia couldn’t help the blush that stole over her features with his comment but she tried to inject a serious note into the conversation. “Adam, this is insane. You can’t spend this much money on me. Maybe just a nice sweater or something but not from here.”
    Adam couldn’t contain his laughter any longer. He took her lips gently, then pulled back, shaking his head. “Alicia, my dear, you are a strange mixture. Go try on the outfits and let me decide what I want to spend my money on.”
“No. I can’t let you do this. It isn’t right.”
    Adam laughed again. “Alicia, if you don’t try them on, I’m going to simply purchase the lot of them and have them delivered for you. And if you don’t wear them, I’ll take a knife to the other outfits so you have nothing to wear.” His eyes lit up, “Just for the record, I’m not opposed to coming home to you completely naked,” he said.
    Alicia ground her teeth in frustration. “You’re impossible,” she said and stood up, her hands balled at her hips. “I’m doing this