Falling for the Secret Billionaire: Part 1 by Mia Caldwell Read Free Book Online Page A

well-dressed body to meet his glistening blue eyes.
    “Looks like you could use a hand there,” he said as he crouched down to help me.
    He gently reached for some of the napkins I had in my hand; as an immediate and protective response, I clenched the pile of napkins and pulled my hand in close to my chest. My shirt was hanging low, revealing my cleavage and I caught sight of his stare lower towards my breasts. I sat up and handed him some of the napkins. I took a moment to analyze the man that was kneeling in front of me. He was tall, had chestnut brown hair, a chiselled jaw line and ivory skin. From what I could tell from the angle, I’m sure his jaw line wasn’t the only thing that was chiselled, but it was hard to tell what details would be revealed if he were to take off his suit..
    “Yeah! I would love some help! I’m such a klutz… I responded with pursed lips.
                  I proceeded to lean over revealing the cleavage of my breasts again and handed him some of the napkins. He must have noticed my intentions because he gave me a devilish smirk accompanied by a raised eyebrow. I blushed at the attention he was giving me. It wasn’t often that strangers stopped to offer help, let alone hit on me.
     
                  Although this man wasn’t the normal type of guy I would be interested in, something deep inside drew me to him. I could feel every part of my body pulling myself towards his with a feeling of intrigue. I had never been this attracted to someone so quickly. To avoid complications, I usually went for men that were in my league, at least in regards to race and class. Keisha had always disapproved of the men I went for and told me that I could do better; in other words, she told me I was used to settling for men that didn’t deserve me. Whether I deserved better or not, I had never had amazing self-confidence. I grew up in an area of Los Angeles that was dominated by a Caucasian culture. I was constantly teased by the popular girls in my high school about my curly hair and curvaceous body and had not made any long lasting friendships, until I had met Keisha in senior year when she moved to our neighbourhood. We had hit it off instantly and as soon as we graduated, we moved in together and were lucky enough to be accepted into the same university. Meeting her was a lifesaver and I knew that she only had my best interests in mind. Keisha had pleaded with me numerous times to break up with my previous possessive boyfriend Greg, but I was too comfortable in the relationship to do anything about it. We got along great, but in a friendly type of way. I never had any lust or romantic feelings for him but he was someone that I could tell anything to. We could sit on the couch all day and have a movie marathon or sit there and play through his new favourite video games. Greg had never let me go and had continuously tried to get me back after I dumped him the previous summer. Obviously, the relationship we had shared meant more to him than it had to me.
     
    I looked up at the man in front of me helping me clean up the mess I had created and thought about what Keisha would tell me to do. I could hear her in my mind saying, “Do it girl! You got this!”
                 
    The man looked up and caught my gaze once more.
     
    “You know, I haven’t seen you here before, are you new to town?“ He said.
     
    “Oh, no no… if you want to know the truth.. I’m a terrible chef. Most of my dinners consist of pizza delivery, if I get lucky my roommate will cook for me sometimes.”
                 
    “I don’t want to sound rash and pushy, but you are one of the most gorgeous girls I have ever seen! I mean Wow! Would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime?” He asked.
     
                  “Uhmmm…. What?! Sorry! I mean…. I wasn’t expecting that! I don’t even know your name. At this point in time, I only know you as the mysterious man in