Page 98 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

I laughed. "You're acting like I'm forcing you to buy clothes like this. I'm just here to help."

He smiled at me.

"Go try again."

He pretended to sulk back into the dressing room. He was so cute. When he came back out the next time, he had completely abandoned the idea of a shirt. He just had on the same pants and a tie.

I laughed. "What are you doing?"

"What, is this not work appropriate?" He turned around in a circle. "I think I look pretty great."

"I didn't say you didn't look good. But it's not suitable office attire." His muscles were distracting. And he actually looked amazing. Business casual should be replaced with the outfit he was rocking.

"This is ridiculous. I don't know what I'm doing,” he said. “Just come in here with me."

"It's the men's changing room," I said in a hushed voice.

He looked both ways. "Yeah, well, no one's looking." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dressing room. He closed the door to his stall and locked it.

"We're going to get in so much trouble." My heart was beating so fast that it was all I could hear. But I wasn’t really worried about the store’s security. I was more nervous about being in a confined space with him. Where he’d be stripping.

I closed my eyes for a second. Stripping?

Really? I was making this weird and it didn’t have to be.

I opened my eyes again. Nope. I was going to get in trouble.

But not with the store’s security. I was in so much trouble with him.

"It's not like we're going to bang in here,” he said. “You're just helping me pick out some clothes. The worst that could happen is they'll ask us to leave. You need to learn to live a little."

I crossed my arms. "I rode a motorcycle today and I'm in a men's changing room. I think I'm doing fine."

"Yeah, but you only did those things because of me."

"So?"

He shrugged. "I think you need me. That's all. Now close your eyes again so I can change."

I sat down on the bench in the changing room and closed my eyes.

I heard his pants unzip. And then the awkward sound of me swallowing wrong.

A strange squeaky noise that I barely recognized came from me.

Jesus, Mila, it’s not the first time you’ve heard a man unzip his pants before.

You’ve seen a penis. Why did my mind automatically go to his dick?

But now that I was thinking about it, it was so very hard to stop.

It was so tempting to take a peek, but somehow I mastered the art of restraint and kept my eyes closed.

"Okay," he said.

I opened my eyes. He was just wearing his boxer briefs. One of his legs was up on the bench I was sitting on. He was posing in the most ridiculous way, with his hands behind his head.

"Oh my God." I picked up a shirt and tossed it at him. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his boxers since I had been obsessing over it a few seconds ago.

He laughed and caught the shirt. "Now that you've seen me almost naked, you don't have to bother closing your eyes."

"I think that since I've seen you in just your underwear I deserve to know your name.

" I was glad I said that instead of what I really wanted to. Which was more on the lines of, “Now that I’ve seen you in just boxers you might as well just show me the package.” At least I had a filter even though my mind was being attacked by butterflies.

"Yeah, probably." He looked uncomfortable now, when a moment ago when he was posed in his underwear he looked as confident as could be.

"So...are you going to tell me what it is?"

"Nah."

"Oh come on."

He looked at me as he pulled on his shirt. "Well, even if I knew your name, I'd still call you Jellyfish Girl, so I'm not sure what the point is."

"You really don't want to know what my name is?"

He buttoned up his shirt. This time he rolled up the sleeves himself. "If I'm being completely honest, I already know your name."

"What? How?"

"The girl from Sweet Cravings told me when I was trying to find you." He stopped getting dressed and looked down at me. He was wearing just the shirt. It didn't matter what he wore, he was sexy as hell.

"And?"

"And I'd rather call you Jellyfish Girl than Mila. It seems a little more personal. Don't get me wrong, Mila is a very nice name. It suits you almost as well as Jellyfish Girl."

"Okay.” I could feel my cheeks turning pink. There was definitely something personal about a nickname. But that didn’t take away from the fact that I wanted to know his real name too. “It's only fair that I know your name if you know mine."

"What's to know? I'm your lifeguard."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Yeah...you did." He pulled on a pair of pants. They were the right length, but the waist was too big.

"Come on. You have to tell me."

"How do I look?" he asked, ignoring the question.

"They're too big."

He turned around and looked in the mirror. "Yeah, you're right." He started to unbutton them.

While he was distracted, I grabbed his shorts and pulled out his wallet. I opened it up.

"Wait." He turned around and tried to grab his wallet back. "Mila, come on." He grabbed my arm, but I turned around.

I quickly pulled out his driver’s license and read the name.

He gripped my other arm too so that his arms were around me, trying to prevent me from looking at the driver’s license.

But it was too late. I’d seen it. I was about to tell him, when I felt his pants fall, the fabric dropping between us.

And then I felt him. The package that I wanted to take a peek at earlier was now pressed against my ass.

I didn’t need to see it to know it was big.

I was torn between being aroused and being mortified.

I was being hugged by a pants-less man I barely knew in a men’s changing room.

A man who had quite a silly name. I turned my head to see him and started laughing because I didn’t know what else to do.

"Shit." He snatched his license out of my hand and let go of my arms.

"Your name is Jaime Jamison?" I tried to keep a straight face.

"My name is J. J." He grabbed his wallet back as he kicked off the pants.

"I'm sorry." I bit my lip. It was such a ridiculous name. It was hard not to laugh.

"Yeah, my parents are the worst." He put his wallet back in the pocket of his shorts. "They're pretty much the only ones that know my real name."

"Your secret is safe with me."

"Yeah, I'm not sure about that."

"It is. You can trust me."

He looked at me for a second. "I do trust you."

"And I like the name J. J." I smiled at him. "It suits you."

He rubbed the back of his neck. He looked embarrassed.

"You know, you could name your kid Jaime Jamison Junior."

"Yeah, but I'm not an asshole."

I laughed. “And I wasn’t just laughing at your name. I was laughing because you were kind of holding me and your pants fell…”

He picked up a new pair of pants and pulled them on. He looked in the mirror as he tucked in his shirt. They fit perfectly. They were snug but not too tight. His ass looked amazing.

"So?" he asked and turned toward me as he tightened his tie.

"You look great. Very grown up. All you need is a belt."

He lifted the tie and pretended to choke himself.

"Oh, come on. You look really handsome."

He dropped the tie. "I do, huh?"

"You do."

"You know what? This shirt is actually a lot more comfortable than the other one. I think I'll just buy this outfit in a few different colors."

"Guys are so much easier to shop with than girls."

He laughed. "Okay, now get out of here while I change, you pervert. You're going to get us in trouble."

I laughed and exited his stall. I looked both ways before running out of the men's changing room. Maybe he was right about me. Maybe I was a pervert. It was pretty easy for him to convince me to go in the changing room in the first place. And then I’d basically just thought of his dick the whole time.

It was like my body had a mind of its own.

It was screaming at me to forget about being single.

To forget about the promises I’d made to myself this summer.

And the scary part was that I wanted to listen.

Because J.J. was incredibly sweet and charming and so freaking gorgeous.

Jaime Jamison was a pretty silly name, but J.J.

? J.J. was exactly the kind of name I pictured him having.

I made my way over to the women's section as I waited for him.

A blue dress caught my eye on one of the racks.

It was the same blue as his eyes. I picked it up.

The fabric was so light and soft. There was a peephole in the front that probably showed off way too much cleavage.

It crisscrossed at the neckline and the fabric crossed again in the back, leaving most of the back exposed.

It was really sexy. I flipped over the sales tag.

And way out of my price range. I went to put it down.

"Try it on."

I looked up at J.J. "Oh, no. I was just looking."

"Seriously, try it on. It would look great on you."

I laughed and hung it back up. "I'd have nothing to wear it to."

He looked at the dress. "If you say so. Are you ready to go? I'm starving."

***

I took a bite of my hamburger. "This is amazing," I said.

"I told you. I can't believe you've never been to Red Robin before."

"They didn’t have any near SMU." Thinking about SMU almost made me lose my appetite. But the burger was so good that it was impossible to put down.

"Right." He looked down at his plate for a second. "Have you ever thought of transferring back east?"

That's what was going on. He thought there was a chance I was coming back since I told him how much I hated it.

Is there a chance? "I don't know. It's probably easier if I just finished at the same school.

Transferring credits is a nightmare. Isn't it?

" I had heard that it was, but I wasn't actually sure.

"I wouldn't know." He took another bite of his burger. "But how bad could it be?"