Page 59 of Billionaire's Accidental Marriage
It can’t possibly get any better than this.
“You joining me?” I asked.
Mike kissed the top of my head. “Just need to make myself some coffee, and I’ll be right out.”
I reached up and pecked his lips. “Great. I’ll be here.”
He made his way back inside, and I got to steal a few more moments by myself. Then, I picked up my fork and dove into the steaming-hot food that made my mouth salivate. The eggs were bursting with cheese and fresh vegetables. The buttered toast felt crispy against my teeth but melted against my tongue. And when Michael came back out with his food and drink, he set a bowl of fruit between the two of us, to which I dove in headfirst.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned. I speared another piece of watermelon before I bit into its juicy flesh. “Mmmm, my God, Mike. This is amazing.”
He chuckled. “If you keep doing all of that shit over there, I’ll have to jump in the pool to cool off.”
So, I stared straight into his eyes and took another bite of my watermelon before I rolled my eyes into the back of my head. “Oh, Mike. Yes. Give me that fruit. Holy shit, mmmm.”
I didn’t even get my eyes open before he shot to his feet, and within seconds, his lips covered mine. The searing kiss caused me to drop my fork as he tasted the fruit's sweet juiciness off the tip of my tongue. He cupped the back of my head, hovering over me as the morning sunlight grew heavier in the sky. And when he finally pulled back, I had to talk myself through how to breathe again until it switched back to automatic because for a second there, he had reset me to manual.
“Good morning,” he murmured.
I nuzzled my nose softly against his own. “Morning to you, too, handsome.”
He sat back down. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
I shook my head and picked up my fork. “No, this is perfect. Thank you so much. I didn’t even know you had gotten up behind me.”
“I heard you walk out of the room, so I decided to get up myself.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He winked at me. “Never be sorry. I rest easiest when I’m next to you, so I got a full night’s sleep.”
His words made me blush, and I wasn’t even sure why. Instead of enjoying the moment and watching the sunrise with me, Mike decided to stir the pot.
“So, how much longer do you think you’re going to work at the spa?”
The hairs on the nape of my neck bristled. “I don’t know.”
He paused. “You don’t know?”
I shook my head and reached for my orange juice. “Nope.”
“Are you still going to try to continue juggling the boutiques and your job there?”
I sipped my juice. “Yep.”
“You know that won’t be feasible in the long-run, right?”
I shrugged. “I’ll figure it out.”
“Maggie…”
“What?” I asked pointedly.
To which he sighed. “I’m not trying to upset you. I’m just trying to—”
“Well, you’re upsetting me. So, you’re not accomplishing what you thought you would.”
“Part of the reason I invested that money in the first place was so you wouldn’t feel so obligated to stay at the spa out of a monetary need for your businesses.”
