Page 139 of Billionaire Temptations

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I am.” He smiled.

At that moment, Jenna walked into the kitchen.

“Jenna, could you please put the chicken in the refrigerator? His Majesty is summoning me.”

“Huh?” She gave me a strange look. “He’s in Seattle. Isn’t he?”

“Yes, and he forgot his medication, so he needs me to bring it to him.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Have fun in Seattle.”

I sighed as I went to my bedroom. The good thing was that I was already semi-packed from Napa. I removed my old clothes, packed some new ones, and headed to the airport with Phillip. Arriving at the hotel, I took the elevator up to the top floor to the Presidential Suite. As I knocked on the door, I said, “Room service,” and held up Alex’s bottle of pills. The door opened, and he stood there with a smile on his face.

“Your pills all the way from California, your Majesty.” I took a bow.

He stood there with his hands on his hips and his head cocked. “Really, Emerson?”

I laughed as I stepped inside. “How could you forget your pills, Parker?”

“I just did. Thank you for bringing them to me.”

“Like I had a choice?” I smiled as I walked around, checking out how amazing his suite was.

“Not really. But aren’t you happy to be here in Seattle? It was raining earlier, and it’s supposed to rain again tomorrow.” He smirked.

“Oh, well, in that case, I’m extremely happy to be here. Thank you. But I will let you know that I was making a spectacular meal for myself when Phillip dropped by.”

He walked over and placed his hand on my cheek, sending my panties into a soaking-wet frenzy. “You can make it when we get home.”

I froze for a moment, my heart suddenly racing. The way he said, “when we get home,” sparked a feeling inside me that freaked me out. I hadn’t had a “home” since my parents and Emily died. Even when Adam sold the house, and I moved in with him, it wasn’t home.

“What’s wrong?” Alex asked.

I gave him a small smile. “Nothing. It’s just the way you said that.”

“Said what?”

“‘When we get home.’ That’s your home, Alex. Not mine.”

“It’s yours too as long as you’re staying there,” he spoke softly.

I placed my hand on his chest. “Thank you, Alex. That’s very sweet of you, but a home isn’t somewhere temporary.”

He took hold of my hand. “Let’s not talk about this anymore. Let’s go do something.”

“What do you want to do?” I asked.

“You pick. I’ll do whatever you want to.” The corners of his mouth curved upward.

“I picked almost everything we did in Napa, so it’s your turn.”

“Fine. Give me a second. I’ll be right back. Did you pack a dress?”

“No. I didn’t think I’d be needing one.”

“Okay. After I make this call, we’ll go buy you one.”

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