Semua Bab Loving Her Second Chance Billionaire: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Blowing out a shaky breath, I turn the doorknob and let myself into the room. It takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness in the room.All the lights are turned off save for a small antique lamp on the nightstand. It is providing the only dim light in the room.The curtains are drawn, and I can see Sam’s silhouette outlined on a wing-backed chair adjacent to his king-size bed. There’s a glass of drink in his hand with some amber liquid inside it.I close the door behind me and take a few more steps into this bedroom, and then I stop once I am halfway in. The silence in the room makes me feel as if I have just entered the lion’s den. The scarce lighting in the room casts a dark shadow across his face, making him look sinister.Sam remains silent, regarding me through hooded eyes. His hard face, blazing eyes, and laid-back disposition spark something hot inside of me.Perhaps he’s trying to intimidate me with this look, but right now, I am so turned on! The fact that the ro

“Hello, stranger,” I answer the phone call happily.“Hello, you wild thing,” Sam drawls in response. “Getting ready for bed?”“Actually, I’m in bed already,” I tell him.“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you’re an early sleeper.”“I think it’s safe to say that there are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” I say jokingly.“I agree, and I’d like to change that,” he replies seriously.“How?”“Well, contrary to what many people may think about me, I’m an old-fashioned guy. I like to do things the proper way. So, I want to ask you out on a date and then properly ask you to be my woman in a civilized manner.”I can’t help but laugh. “Are you kidding me? Is that how you asked all your ex-girlfriends to become your girlfriend?”“The ones I had a real relationship with, yes.”“I see,” I reply seriously when I realize that he might truly mean what he’s saying. “So, if I understand you correctly, you are saying that you want me to be like… your girlfriend?”“Yes, Eunice. That is what I am saying,”

I pause to think about Sam’s question. I didn’t get to finish my restocking meeting with Jamie yesterday, so we will have to continue with that today.We need to replace all our sold-out stock as soon as possible. That seems to be the major thing I have planned today; otherwise, it’s going to be business as usual.“How’s 11 a.m.?” I ask Sam.“Fine by me,” he replies promptly. “We’ll have brunch then.”“Are we going to one of your restaurants?” I ask in anticipation.“If that’s what you want,” he replies indulgently.“No, you choose,” I tell him. “I trust your judgment. Besides, you are better at organizing stuff like this than I am.”“Very well, then. I shall not disappoint you,” he says humorously, making me laugh at his dramatic tone.“See you later, then.”“See you later, Eunice. Come hungry.”I don’t know if his last statement is an innuendo, but it got me feeling sweet tingles in my lady parts. I am so eager to see what Sam has planned for us.Whatever it is, I am convinced that

An hour and thirty minutes later, we landed at the private jet terminal in LAX. Our helicopter attendant helped us unhook all the necessary shackles binding us to our seats, and then Sam helped me to descend from the helicopter.“What a ride,” I say with a happy sigh as we stride away from the aircraft.“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Sam replies with his usual bright smile.We walk the short distance to where a champagne-colored Ferrari is waiting. Sam opens the back door for me to get in, then joins me from the other side.This whole experience is making me feel giddy with childish excitement. It feels so good to be treated like a princess for once in my life.It’s the sort of thing that I used to fantasize about when I was a little girl. Now here I am living the dream with my real-life knight in shining armor. Or should I call him Prince Charming instead?I don’t want to think about how long this fantasy will last because right now, I am more interested in living in the moment than anyt

I return home in the evening, feeling like a newly hatched butterfly. I have never felt so wanted or desired before.After our meal at Squisito, we’d flown back to San Francisco and headed straight to Sam’s place for the most sensual bout of lovemaking I have ever experienced. It was better than our first time together.“The rice is burning,” Mrs B’s voice jolts me back to reality.I realize with horror that my pot of Jambalaya in front of me is already burning because I was busy daydreaming instead of cooking it.“Oh, dear!” I exclaim and turn off the heat immediately. “Gosh, what was I thinking? Now, dinner is ruined.”“I’m sure the girls won’t mind,” Mrs B assures me. “A little smoky flavor in the rice is good too.”I laugh at Mrs B’s attempt to excuse my poor cooking tonight. “You’re probably right. We’ll call this smoky Jambalaya.”“It’s good to see you smiling for real again,” Mrs B says tenderly. “I’m glad that young man is making you happy.”I smile shyly. “Is it that obvious?