Page 33 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

She sighs with relief, walking over. “I thought you would never ask.”

As we walk away, I can’t help but feel proud of her for the way she handled such difficult and mean-spirited conversations.

“I hope you know that those are not my feelings in the least.”

She smiles, appreciating my support.

Chapter eleven

Sara

This is not how I expected dinner to go. I’m distraught at some of the horrible things said to me.

But it’s wonderful to hear Robert’s words. I didn’t even know he thought of me that way.

He gestures to the main road, leading to a large bridge that connects to the parish.

“The driver says that he can take us over to the resort right now.”

“Let’s go.”

Robert calls, and a few moments later the driver shows up. We don’t say much as he drives across the tiny road to the resort next to Robert’s land. We get out, and I gesture with admiration at a large home nearby.

“Yes, that’s mine.” Robert confirms.

I stand there, taking in the sight. It’s the biggest mansion I think I’ve ever seen. It goes for as long as I can see. “Wow. I’m still not used to your wealth.”

“Don’t be. I’m not even used to it.”

I chuckle at his words, but the thought of him being some filthy rich guy while still being down to earth takes me aback. We walk to the door, and he opens it with a combination. Then he stands before the inner door, doing a retina scan before the lock clicks.

“I have a retinal scan for whenever there are no occupants. Protects the place. I can turn it off remotely when I am letting guests use it.”

“I see,” I reply. Truthfully, I don’t know why he would need such ample protection when he lives all the way out here.

We step inside, and I see my blue suitcase in the entryway. I grab it, and Robert gestures to the hall to the left of the entryway.

“That’s your end of the house. If that’s okay.”

“That’s fine, thanks.” I’ve never had half of a house before, I think, chuckling to myself.

I put my bag into the room, seeing that it’s bigger than my apartment. It’s overwhelming and quite bright. Everything is blue, from the walls to the sheets, although the sides of the bed are a deep oak brown.

Peaceful and beautiful. Certainly, a nice contrast to the storm in my heart.

I test out the bed and give it the baby bear approval. “Jussst right,” I say, patting the mattress. I can’t help myself for what happens next, totally involuntary. There is so much space that I break out in dance moves while I screech out some rock song that I really don’t know the words to.

My pretend mike is covering up my line of sight to the doorway where Robert is leaning against the doorframe, hands in pockets and wearing a broad grin. “Settled in?” he asks gently, spacing his words in during my gasps for air between screeches.

Okay, now I’m embarrassed. Red faced from the exercise of theentertainmentand now from being caught. I plop on the carpet in laughter.

Oh well, it’s best that Robert sees the real me the sooner the better.

In the living room I see Robert checking his phone. He puts it away and then turns to me.

“Settled in?” he asks again, still grinning.

“Yeah.”

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