Page 30 of Billionaire's Desire
I wish I could bring the pillow to my nose and take a whiff of it, just to see if it has trapped a bit of his scent, but I don’t do it. I don’t do it because it is a little creepy and a whole lot of unethical and despite the line I crossed when he put his fork in my mouth, I would like to keep up a bit of professionalism.
You wish that he put something else in your mouth, don’t you?
I have to chastise myself for my line of thoughts.
The Bakery.
I am doing this so I can reopen my family bakery, so I can keep my family legacy alive as the sole remaining member.
I am determined to keep to that, to stay motivated and focused but in the evening, when I lay my eyes on Max once again, and he tells me that he missed me, my caution is tossed right out of the window real fast.
“You missed me?”
His ears turn a little pink. “Yes. I like seeing you.”
For a few seconds, I forget how to breathe.
“Did you miss me?”
Oh, if he only knew? I doubt he would appreciate my internal struggle when I contemplated sniffing his pillow so I go with the simplest of truths, “I missed you, too.”
He sighs. “Good. Now tell me, how was your day? Spill water on any of your other clients?”
“Max!”
“What? I just wanted to know if I was the only one. If I was special.”
I smirk, “Nope. You are the one and only. I don’t think I apologized enough that day.”
“Water under the bridge, Maggie.” He has a cheeky smile on his face when he adds, “Or in your case, water under the table, and chair… and people.”
“Ha ha. Very funny.”
“Also, I never apologized for how I snapped at you after, by the way. I am sorry.”
“It was on me. I should have been more careful.”
“I should have been nicer.”
“You should have,” I smirk.
“It’s just that our timing was always off. First the taxi, then you stole the last bottle of Merlot and then the water, with the meeting at the Wheelers. It was all bad timing, but that does not give me the right to be an asshole to you.”
“First of all, I never stole the Merlot.”
“Debatable,” he cuts me off.
“Second, I am glad you brought up the taxi thing. What was that all about?”
“You gave me a bad rating too, Maggie.”
“What rating?”
“On the Uber app.”
I am more confused than ever. “What Uber app?”
When Max finally tells me about the confusion on the first day we met, I have to hold myself up to prevent doubling over in laughter.
