William was standing there. Stark naked.
"Can you cover yourself, please?" Emma snapped, quickly turning her eyes away even though whats infront of her is surely delectable.
William raised an eyebrow and smirked wickedly. "Why?" He placed his hands on his hips and gave an exaggerated wiggle. "I'm very proud of my penis."
"Oh my God! How can you say that with a straight face? So vulgar!" Emma hissed, her cheeks flaming red.
"What's wrong saying PENIS?" William emphasis.
Emma beat red says "You could say... manhood, my Thing, or a Weiner, for sakes."
William can't help but laughed as he retorted "This is definitely bigger than a weiner, Dont you agree" and he wiggles it again at Emma,
William chuckled. "Beside saying penis is just not vulgar it is the truth, vulgat is saying that we fuck like rabbits."
"I never said fuck!" Emma shot back, indignantly.
"Beside like rabbit is a metaphor!" Emma cpuld not believe they are learning language 101 naked.
"But you never said love either," William replied, his tone mock-disappointed. "You could have said, 'We make love like rabbits in heat,' though." Sounding disappointed as He strode off toward his walk-in closet.
Emma fumed silently as she grabbed her freshly washed dress.
Emerging moments later in semi-formal attire, William looked every bit the picture of charm. Emma froze, momentarily star struck.
He smirked knowingly. "What? Fallen in love with me yet?"
Emma rolled her eyes, feigning indifference.
"We need to buy you a dress for lunch," he said, adjusting his cufflinks.
"What's wrong with this dress? It's perfectly decent," Emma replied, her irritation simmering.
William sauntered toward her, his fingers brushing against her neck. "Oh, it's not the dress, babe It's these." His touch trailed gently along her neck, where Emma suddenly noticed a series of faint love marks.
Her eyes widened.
"I don't mind if people see them," he added with a devilish grin. "I'm very proud of my work."
The drive to the couturier store was surprisingly blissful. The sun was shining, the traffic was light, and for once, William refrained from making any inappropriate comments and Emma found herself lost in thought as the car hummed along the road.
The moment they stepped inside, the salesperson greeted William like he was a long-lost friend. "Mr. William! It's been a while since we last saw you!"
William smiled politely and got straight to the point. "I'm looking for a ready-to-wear dress for my girlfriend. Dark blue, knee-length, and something that covers her neck."
Emma blinked in surprise, she really need to get used to being introduce as his girlfriend.
He hadn't even asked what she wanted. Normally, this would annoy her, but instead, it made her pause. For as long as she could remember, she'd been the one making every decision for herself.
Growing up without parents had made her fiercely independent—there was no one to guide her, no one to care enough to step in or help decide what was best for her. She had always been her own caretaker, her own protector, her own everything. Having someone else take charge, even in something as small as picking out a dress, it felt endearing, surreal, even.
"This way, miss," the salesperson said, breaking Emma's thoughts as she gestured for her to follow.
Emma was ushered into a treasure trove of fabrics and designs. Racks of dresses surrounded her, each more dazzling than the last. The salesperson selected a few options based on William's request, and Emma tried them on one by one.
The first dress, a modest high-necked piece, earned a simple nod of approval from William.
The second dress, with a subtle slit, made him tilt his head, his expression indecipherable. "It's… okay," he finally said, which Emma suspected was his polite way of saying no.
The third dress, however, made him pause. It was a flowy, elegant number that hugged her frame in all the right places.
"That's the one," William said, his voice softer than usual. "It's you."
Emma turned to the mirror, studying herself in the dress. It was beautiful, yes, but what struck her more was the strange warmth she felt. Someone else had taken the time to decide for her, not because she couldn't, but because they cared enough to want to.
And just as she was about to fully embrace the moment, William smirked and broke the spell.
"Good," he said, leaning back casually. "You'll look perfect in this, ba-be—especially since no one will see those marks on your neck."
"William!" Emma hissed, her cheeks turning crimson, while the salesperson tactfully pretended not to hear.
By then, William's phone rang. Emma glanced at the screen unintentionally and saw the name "Eve." He answered the call right in front of her.
"Hey, of course we're coming," William said, pausing briefly. "My girlfriend, of course." His tone shifted, irritated. "No, I can't do that. My car is a two-seater. Where do you expect him to sit? Look, you bullied him; that's your problem."
Emma tugged at William's shirt, her eyes questioning. William covered the phone with his hand and explained that his cousin's husband was stranded at a store nearby, and his cousin was asking if they could pick him up on the way to lunch.
Emma smiled and said she didn't mind squeezing in. "I'm small and sexy—we can manage to cram," she offered.
William, however, frowned. He didn't like the idea of Emma being squished in a car with another guy. When he returned to the call, the voice on the other end teased, "See? Your date doesn't mind! Besides, my husband is sexy too—they'll fit just fine in your car. Please, please, please!"
With a sigh, William relented. "Fine, but only if it's just him—no shopping bags!"
They drove to the nearby store, where a man was waiting outside. He stood tall, leaning casually against the wall, exuding confidence. His well-defined features, sharp jawline, and neatly styled hair made him undeniably attractive.
As the sound of William's car approached, the man looked up, his expression brightening.
Emma froze in shock. That face was so familiar—too familiar. It was Patrick. Patrick from the finance department!