One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 34

We are in the back of the limo alone together, Braxton’s fingers intertwined with mine, and it’s all I can do to keep from devouring him. I know it is a short ride back to his house from here, having made the journey earlier in the day. I do have time to kiss him, but not much more. I’m afraid if I start kissing him, I won’t be able to stop.

"What would you like to do for dinner?" Braxton asks me. I am wondering if he is having the same problem I am. His eyes shift from my eyes to my lips as he speaks, and I have a feeling he wants to kiss me, too.

"I don’t know," I say. I can’t remember the last time Jeff asked me what I preferred to do about anything. From what we would eat to what we would watch on television, the choices were never mine. "Whatever you’d like to do is fine with me," I said because it seemed like the polite thing to say and also because I had no idea what my choices might be.

"If you’d like to stay in for dinner, I can have the chefs prepare something," he says.

"That sounds wonderful." While going out with Braxton also sounds intriguing, I like the idea of spending the rest of the night at his house, preferably as much of it as possible in his arms.

"What sounds good to you?" he asks me. "Anything in particular?"

I think for a moment because there are so many delicious dishes I have always wanted to try or haven’t had in a long time, but I also don’t want to suggest something too difficult to make, or something so simple it sounds silly to him. "I’m not sure," I say, hoping he will make some suggestions.

"Is there a meal that you used to have growing up that you don’t anymore? Or maybe something you’ve had at a restaurant in your hometown? Something like that? My cooks can make anything."

His questions remind me of a meal my grandmother used to make when I was younger, something I haven’t had in many years. "Oh!" I exclaim, just thinking of it. "What about chicken and dumplings? Have you ever had them? Is that too much to ask for?" I hope I don’t sound silly to him, but he makes me feel so at home, I can’t imagine him ever thinking less of me for getting excited about food.