Page 15 of Billionaire's Accidental Marriage
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Michael
Two Weeks Later
Istopped typing on my laptop when I saw the car I sent for Maggie finally pull up to the entrance of my jet. I peered out the window, watching as she tried to haggle with the driver on who would carry her bag and laptop case. I chuckled when she didn’t win the argument.
“Wow,” she said as she climbed on board, “I had no idea you had this kind of money, Mike.”
I shrugged. “The stuff I inherited from my father was mostly a pain in the ass. But, his jet was one of the few things I was determined to keep.”
She dropped into a seat that faced me. “What else did you inherit?”
I closed my laptop. “Oh, let’s see. Rundown, outdated restaurants, for starters. Chefs who were falling asleep in the middle of their shifts, I kid you not. One of the restaurants ran off a power generator because most of the kitchen's plugs had long since blown. Most of the food they were serving across all menus had either been frozen before shipment or were leftovers they kept defrosting and doctoring up to serve back to the public.”
She whistled softly. “Yeah, he did screw you over, didn’t he?”
My eyes widened before I burst out laughing. “Yeah, I suppose he did.”
She quickly pulled out her laptop and started typing away, and as the jet took off, I found myself stealing glances at her. My eyes wandered up and down her shimmering legs. They looked freshly shaved, and I wondered why the hell I cared about that kind of thing.
Cut it out, dude. You babysat her.
Nevertheless, she had grown into a lovely young woman. Full of life, love, and determination. She portrayed the type of maturity I would have expected from a man almost approaching forty, like myself. Because I certainly didn’t expect it from someone who was sixteen years my junior.
“Mike?”
I cleared my throat as my gaze whipped back up to hers. “Huh? Yes? What is it?”
She furrowed her brow. “You okay? You were kind of staring off there for a bit.”
I drew in a deep breath to try to keep my urges at bay. “Just turning over how bad this could go in a heartbeat.”
She giggled. “You sound like me. Leave me to worry about that kind of stuff this weekend. You just do what you do best.”
I grinned. “And what do you think that is?”
She waved her hand around in the air. “I don’t know, pour drinks, smile, and make people feel good?”
I barked with laughter. “Sold.”
The flight to Vegas was pretty quiet. Other than the snippets of conversations we had back and forth, the two of us were mostly absorbed in our laptops. More than anything, I wanted to know what she was working on. But, I knew Mags well enough to know that if I asked, she’d simply divert back to the fact that I wasn’t helping her this weekend; she was helping me. It didn’t stop my curiosity, though.
“So, what room are we in?” she asked as we walked through the hotel doors.
“The top one,” I said as I walked up to the front desk.
“That’s not very specific. There are plenty of rooms that are at the top.”
But, I simply smiled at the front desk attendant. “Michael Gainsley.”
She typed around on her keyboard before she smiled. “Welcome back, Mr. Gainsley. I see you have the weekend booked in our penthouse suite.”
Maggie almost choked on her tongue. “Sorry, what?”
I handed the woman my card. “You didn’t look over the email I sent to you, did you?”
“I mean, I glanced at it. But, since I didn’t have to make reservations, it’s not like I—”
