One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 21

I follow Braxton into a beautiful bedroom and can hardly believe my eyes at how lovely everything is. Rows of candles burn along the dark furniture and the windowsill. I see they are not real, though they look it, so there is no fear of fire. The bed itself is a large four-poster with a beautiful red comforter that matches the red and black curtains and other fabrics in the room, except for the cream colored carpet.

I can’t help but cover my mouth as I walk in, thinking this room is larger than the main part of my apartment. It is so warm and inviting. I could stay here forever.

"All of your new items have been put away," Braxton said, gesturing at a closet and the drawers. He opens one slightly and then closes it without looking inside. I wonder if whoever took my clothing out of the bag noticed the sexy lingerie.

A door is open across from the bed, and there’s a light shining from in there. Braxton walks over and pushes the door open. "The en suite bathroom is right here."

I can see a bathtub and take a few steps closer. "That tub is huge!" I can’t help but point out what I see, even though he’s probably not impressed as I’m sure he has a pool and a hot tub outside--maybe inside as well.

"You should see the one in my bathroom," Braxton says, close to my ear. I raise my eyes and look at him, wondering if he’s just making conversation or if that is an invitation.

He turns a little red in the face and says, "I mean… the bathtub in my bathroom is even bigger. It’s large enough for two people." His face turns even more red, and he shakes his head slightly. "That is--"

I laugh. I can’t help it. How is this successful billionaire who is used to speaking to other rich people so nervous around me? I am still thinking all of this must be some sort of a trick, that any moment, people with cameras will pop out from the closets and tell me this is all a joke and Braxton Merriweather isn’t really interested in me at all. But the more time I spend with him, the more I realize he really does like me. I’m not sure why, but I can tell by the way he looks at me. He isn’t an actor, after all.

As he stumbles through another explanation that I don’t care to hear, I reach for his hand. "I get it," I say with a smile. "Your bathtub is even bigger than this one."