Page 28 of Billionaire's Desire
As I drag the cart into his room, he walks in front of me and settles himself on his already made bed.
I take the opportunity to appreciate his butt and those muscular thighs. He is wearing a blue pair of trousers that does wonders for his physique. I drift my eyes upwards. He is wearing a crisp white button up shirt that is folded at the arms to accentuate his big strong forearms.
His dark hair is slicked back with a hint of gel.
Forget handsome, the man standing in front of me this morning is downright sexy.
He is barefoot and the stark difference to the rest of him makes my insides wiggle.
Who knew I would appreciate feet? Especially well-manicured feet that belong to Max. Who knew?
“What are we having this morning? Talk to me, Maggie.”
His voice this early in the morning was deep and gruff. It was a little hoarse, as though he had just woken up even though he was already showered and dressed, meaning he has been up for a while now.
He speaks slowly and deliberately, his words slightly slurred as if he is still half asleep. His tone was low and gentle, almost like a whisper, but with a hint of strength behind it. The sound was comforting, like a warm hug in the early morning chill.
I inwardly groan.
What the fuck is happening?
“The chef went all out today.”
He beams at me, and I have to look away from his dazzling smile just to get the rest of the words out.
“So, today we have a variety of options.”
“Just what I like to hear. Hit me.”
God, he is so fucking charming.
I tap into my professional side as I narrate the day’s breakfast options.
“If you’re in the mood for something sweet, may I suggest our famous Belgian Waffles, drizzled with maple syrup and topped with fresh berries? Or, if you’re looking for a savory option, our breakfast burrito with scrambled eggs, bacon, and melted cheddar cheese is always a popular choice. For something on the lighter side, we have a delicious yogurt parfait with fresh fruit and granola, or our classic oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins. And of course, we offer a range of beverages, including coffee, tea, orange juice, and fresh smoothies. So, what can I get for you this morning? Perhaps you’d like to try our daily special, which is a delicious avocado toast with poached eggs and a side of crispy bacon? Or maybe a classic bacon and eggs breakfast, a side of toast and hash browns?”
He is quiet the entire time I parrot the chef’s special and when I am done, he finally speaks up.
“Wow! That’s a lot.”
I giggle, “Yeah.”
“What is the occasion?” He leans forward like I am about to divulge my deepest darkest secrets to him.
I bend a little just to indulge him, “Between you and me, I think he is still making up for the whole food poisoning part of the trip.”
“Makes sense. Okay Maggie, what do you recommend?”
It takes me a lot longer than it should before I finally say, “Coffee first, of course.”
“Always.”
“Then you can try the Belgian Waffles. I have heard some amazing things about them. And I think you would also enjoy the bacon and eggs.”
He gives me a quizzical look. “Have you not tried the waffles before?”
“Not yet.”
“Try them now.”
