Page 29 of Billionaire's Desire
I almost choke. That is completely unacceptable. That would go against my training as a waitress.
“I don’t think I should—“
He immediately walks and stands in front of me. “Which dish?”
I reluctantly point to the dish that has them, and as soon as he lifts the lid, the entire room is flooded with their sweet aroma.
“Syrup or no?”
“Max, I don’t think I should…”
“I like mine with a bit of maple syrup.”
“Me too,” I whisper.
He picks up the bottle and drizzles a few dollops of syrup onto the waffles, then he picks up the cutlery and cuts a bit of them before lifting the fork to my lips.
I am mesmerized by the motion and the clenching and the unclenching of his biceps as he works.
“Open up, Maggie.”
Oh fuck! Why did that sound so fucking erotic?
My body follows his command before my brain even registers. I chew and take the time to savor the fluffy waffles. His eyes twinkle with merriment as he watches.
“Mmmh!” I groan. These waffles are perfect.
“That good, huh?”
I nod.
“Good. I will have the rest for my breakfast.” Then he places the cutlery back on the plate and puts his thumb in his mouth to lick off the syrup that drizzled onto his hand.
My body immediately tenses, and I can feel my panties soak a little.
What a fucking sight!
I realize I am biting my lip, watching him watch me when he finally clears his throat.
“I will set this up and then serve the other cabins.”
I think I hear disappointment in his voice when he responds with, “Okay, Maggie,” or maybe that’s just a case of my wishful thinking.
I hurriedly serve up his food and leave his room.
What the fuck was that? What the hell is happening? And why the hell am I so turned on by the prospect of any of it?
I don’t see Max for the rest of the day.
After a brief lunch break with Hilda, I head back to my duties.
I go around delivering clean linen to my other clients.
When I knock on his door, there is no response which means he is still out for the day.
I wonder what he does to fill his days.
I bring in clean linen, change his bedsheets and fluff his pillows.
