Page 101 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“You’ve got this, man,” Peter says, patting my shoulder. “Although I don’t know why you think you need me. You know she loves you, and you love her, and,” he throws his hands in the air, “I have never seen two people more in love.”

I nod, rubbing my sweaty palms against my pants. “I need you for moral support.”

He laughs.

“You’ve got this, Michael. Think of it like a case. A meaningful—

I shoot him a look that has him apologetic immediately.

“Savannah is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Cases pale in comparison, and this has to be perfect.”

When he doesn’t respond, I look around the room. In the ample space that would sit twenty people—there is a dim ambiance with candles that smell like peony and jasmine. Thechandelier light still shines, but it is a dull yellow to give an impression of the spotlight, which is where our table stands.

The table itself is the best that the restaurant has to offer, and there are roses around it.

I sent my driver to get Savannah because I wasn’t sure I could hold myself back after seeing her. Meanwhile, I dragged Peter from his house.

“The woman I love,” I mutter. “The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with,” I whisper.

He pats my shoulder again. “I know. I know you will make my sister the happiest woman alive.”

“Yes, I hope I will.”

My phone beeps, and it’s a message from the driver informing me that he is ten minutes away.

“Alright.” I clap my hands. “She’s on the way. I don’t need you any longer, Peter, so I’m going to need you to scram.”

“Wow,” he lifts his arms in mock exasperation, “is that how disposable I am?”

I still shoo him off and point him towards the back door. Peter gives me a thumbs-up before exiting.

It takes several minutes, which feels more like a lifetime, and then she walks in.

And the woman I lay eyes on, is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

From her hair, shiny and sleeked back to reveal her neck in all its glory, to the shiny silver drop earrings that hang from each perfect ear, and then the simple silver necklace that rests perfectly on her collarbone. She is an exquisite sight.

But the dress…

The dress, my goodness.

My heart stops and I am unable to breathe.

“You like?” She says shyly.

I am unable to respond until I can wrap my head around it all. “You look absolutely amazing.”

Savannah does a one-eighty, and I am in awe once again of her beauty and grace.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on,” I say, crossing the room to meet her. “I don’t even think I should be here right now. Instead, there should be a light—just one, aimed right on you.”

She laughs, and the sound is lofty and light. “You flatter.”

I shake my head. “I am but a man who is helplessly in love with his woman. Please,” I take her hand and kiss the back of her palm. “Come sit.”

I pull the chair out for her to sit, and then I gently push it in.

“Will you have some champagne, madam?”

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