Free Mr. Black's Proposal (Part One: A Billionaire Erotic Romance) by Aubrey Dark Page B

armful of dresses. An assistant joined her and offered a plate of pastries and glasses of cucumber lemon water. Lucas sat down in the plush chair in front of the dressing room and sipped from his glass.
    “Let’s see these dresses on you,” he said.
    I bit back a retort—I wasn’t one of his glamour photo shoot girls—and took the dresses into the fitting room.
    It was incredible. The mannequins out front had me worried that I would have to be rail-thin to look good in the dresses. But the ones that the saleslady brought to me were perfectly form-fitting.
    I slipped a red silk gown over my body and stepped out in front of the dressing room curtain.
    “Tres chic,” the saleslady said, nodding in approval.
    I looked over to Lucas. His eyes were slightly wide, and he licked his lips before shaking his head.
    “No?” I asked.
    “It’s beautiful,” Lucas said. “But not entirely appropriate. You would be the lady in red, and we can’t have you overshadowing your friend.”
    Of course. I blushed to think about Lacey and Jake. Soon, they would be engaged! I definitely needed something more demure. I went back into the dressing room and tried on the second dress, a small black cocktail dress. I thought it looked good, but when I came out to model it, Lucas shook his head again.
    “Not formal enough. And I don’t like the way it covers your shoulders.”
    My face fell. I’d thought that this one was perfect. I turned, but Lucas snapped his fingers and the saleslady came forward with another armful of silk.
    “What’s this?” I asked.
    “Some lingerie,” Lucas said. “You need something nice to wear underneath.”
    “I don’t—”
    “Try it on.”
    I tried it on. Lucas was right. The black silk lingerie that the saleslady brought me fit like a dream. The bra hugged me closely but the straps were wide enough to smooth out any lumps, and my cleavage looked—dare I say it?—freaking amazing. I turned around, admiring myself in the dressing room mirrors.
    “How is it?” Lucas called out.
    “Good!” I said, looking at the price tag. Jesus Christ, six hundred Euros for two pieces of underwear? I felt sick.
    “Let me see,” Lucas said.
    “What? No!”
    “What do you mean, no? I’m paying for it, aren’t I? I should get veto power over all articles of clothing.”
    I stuck my head out of the dressing room, making sure the curtain was covering all of my body. Lucas was sipping his cucumber water in his chair.
    “That’s a negative, Mr. Black,” I said. A smile itched at the corner of my mouth, but I suppressed it.
    “What if I refuse to buy it for you, then? Will you go naked under the dress?”
    I squealed.
    “No! I have my old underwear, I’ll just wear that—”
    “Bluff called. Alright, alright,” Lucas said holding up his hands. “I’ll just have to see it later.”
    “You’re never going to see this lingerie on me,” I called out to him. I closed the dressing room curtain and looked again at myself in the mirror. The silk was so soft under my fingertips. It was a shame that nobody would get to see it but me. Oh, well.
    “Try the cream and gold dress,” Lucas ordered.
    I thought that the color might be too light; I didn’t want my underwear to show through. But when I pulled the dress on over my body, I realized that the fabric was thick enough that it wasn’t transparent. Such quality fabric.
    I looked in the dressing room mirror. The cream dress had a lace overlay, with a gold embroidered pattern of what looked like the Fleur de Lis in tiny print. The top was ruched and showed only a hint of cleavage. I pulled off my ponytail and ran my hands through my hair, letting it flow over my shoulders. The gold in the dress made my hair look even blonder. It was incredible.
    “Show me,” Lucas called.
    I pulled the curtain aside. I was nervous as hell as I walked forward.
    “What do you think?”
    Lucas’s lips parted and he gave a low whistle. His eyes were searing into me. If he was