How To Marry A Billionaire: A BWWM Billionaire Romance by Susan Westwood Read Free Book Online

yourself,” she said.
    His gaze came back to her. “Exactly.” He stared at her for a moment, a small smile on his face. “I wish the weather was a little warmer, we could go for a walk.”
    “Not tonight.”
    Cary came back. She’d been hovering just inside Ellyn’s peripheral vision. Did she have no other tables to take care of?
    “I’d love some coffee,” Colton said.
    “None for me, thanks.”
    Cary took away their plates.
    ***
    Colton decided he was going to drink his coffee as slowly as possible. Ellyn didn’t look tired, so he’d keep her out as long as he could. He didn’t want this date to end, ever, but it would have to. She could probably sleep in tomorrow but he didn’t know for sure.
    He knew so little about her day-to-day life, but he wanted to know. He wanted to know everything about her and how to make that dimple on her left cheek come out. She had to be laughing very hard for him to see it. Guess he’d have to brush up on his jokes and improve his sense of humor.
    “So what are your dreams, Ellyn?”
    She let out a breath. “That’s a pretty deep question for this late at night.”
    “Yes, I guess it is. I have an ulterior motive: I don’t want this to end, whatever this is. Whether it is a date or a business meeting.”
    She nodded. “I’m enjoying myself, too, but at some point I will have to go.”
    “I understand. You say the word and I’ll have my driver take you home.”
    She opened her mouth, but he put up his hand. “I insist, Ellyn. You shouldn’t be out walking or on the subway at this time of night.”
    She shrugged. “I feel safe.”
    “I don’t care. I would feel better if you just took me up on my offer.”
    “Do you treat all of your clients this well?” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
    “No, I don’t, but if I was concerned about someone getting home then I would offer my car.”
    “Do you know where I live?”
    “No. Never asked and my driver wouldn’t offer anyway. He knows about being discreet.”
    Her right eyebrow went up. “What goes on in the back of your car that he has to be discreet about?”
    There had been that one blow job, but really, nothing else. Colton coughed a little thinking about it. “Nothing, really, but he is sometimes privy to some business conversations, ones that need to be confidential. I trust him implicitly.”
    She nodded. “He seems like a nice guy.”
    “All he said about you was that you sat in the front.”
    “I felt like royalty sitting in the back. Didn’t sit well with me.”
    He nodded, taking that in. Humble beginnings, he assumed. You could take the person out of the ghetto, but not the ghetto out of the person. Didn’t mean she didn’t have class. Just meant she remembered where she came from. That was a good way to be. No pretentions. She would fit in well at his company. That idea warmed him. His loyalty would not be misplaced with Ellyn.
    “I understand. I often need the back of the car to do work in. And I’m used to it.”
    “Do you go anywhere without a driver?”
    “Not in Manhattan. I have a car in a garage in New Jersey.”
    “Do you ever leave Manhattan?” She had a small smile on her face.
    “Yes. My parents live in New Jersey. When I go see them I take a train to where my car is and drive the rest of the way.”
    “The train? How pedestrian.”
    He was going to protest then he saw the mischief in her eyes. He smiled. “Yes, I know, me on a train. I even wear blue jeans.”
    “You don’t wear a suit all the time?”
    He laughed. “No, I don’t. I even have a few pairs of sweatpants.”
    “How scandalous.”
    She was teasing him. She’d finally loosened up and stopped looking around the restaurant. Did she think she didn’t deserve to be here? He finished his coffee then walked her outside. He wanted to touch her and, in fact, his hands reached out to her. This was supposed to be business. He had to step back but his lips itched to touch hers. His hands itched to feel if her