Page 53 of Billionaire's Desire
I am confused, scared and turned on, and I don’t know what I should do about any of it.
Chapter 10
Max
Iwakeupalot earlier, anticipating seeing Maggie again when she comes in with breakfast, but I am disappointed when in her place, Hilda comes by instead.
“Morning, Mr. Cole. I’ve brought you clean linens today.”
“Hey, Hilda. Thanks, you can come in.”
She lets herself in with a cartload of linens followed closely behind by a cartload of chafing dishes which I assume is my breakfast.
“Sorry, Maggie is indisposed today, but I am available in case you need anything.”
I am disappointed but not shocked. Maggie is constantly escaping confrontation, and after our kiss last night, I expected her to avoid me and save face. Doesn’t make it hurt any less, though.
“Indisposed? Really, Hilda?”
She contemplates lying to me, but for some reason, she lands on the truth instead.
“I don’t know what happened between y’all but she asked me to take over her shifts, which I obliged.”
“So she’s avoiding me?”
“I did not say that.”
“Yeah,” I shake my head, “just heavily implied it.”
“Look. She will come around, please give her the time and a chance to do that.”
“Okay.”
And true to Hilda’s words, that same evening, Maggie comes knocking on my door.
Seeing her again after missing her the whole day is different.
“Maggie!” I gasp out. “I did not expect to see you tonight.”
And looking so fucking sexy too, I want to add, but I do not.
She is wearing the same dress she had on the night at Ebony, and all her curves are visible and sensuous.
Fuck!
“Is this a bad time?”
“Of course not,” I turn to let her get in. “Please come in. I am surprised to see you, but it is never a bad time when it comes to you.”
She passes by me, leaving behind a trail of her perfume. The same damn perfume I am too ashamed to admit, caused me to sniff my pillow after she had laid on it. I am so fucking gone for this woman.
She turns around to face me, her hair curling around her shoulders. She is biting her lip nervously, and the sight is shooting jolts of electricity straight to my cock.
She looks good enough to eat.
“Have you had dinner yet?” she asks.
“Your friend Hilda just dropped off fillet mignon with truffle butter and risotto. The champagne is still on ice, though. I haven’t started on it yet. Would you care to join me?”
