Page 51 of My Billionaire Neighbor's Secret

“So, what did you have in mind?” I asked, happy that he wanted to make the most of our time together. For a workaholic like him, it was flattering to know that he wasn’t rushing me out of there.

Before he could answer, I heard some chanting in an unfamiliar language that I guessed was Indonesian. Balinese music played in the background. Several people in costumes came out and began dancing and chanting at the same time.

“Enjoy the Balinese show,” Carter whispered in my ear as we sat down on the sofa to watch the performance before us.

I felt goosebumps on my skin as the show peaked and then came to a close. It was just a short performance, but I felt as if I’d been transported to the exotic island of Bali.

I clapped loudly when it ended. “Bravo!” I shouted.

They bowed and left. I turned to Carter, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“So, how did you like it?” he asked.

“Amazing! I loved it!” I exclaimed. “I can’t believe you also arranged for that!”

“Uhm…” he started, a mysterious smile on his lips.

“What?” I said curiously.

“Actually, they’re really here to perform for me today,” he admitted. “I’m planning to hire this group to perform for future guests of this resort.”

“Wow, they are really good,” I said. “And don’t worry. I’m not disappointed that you didn’t arrange this for me. You’ve already done enough. The helicopter ride on its own was already too much.”

“You deserve so much more,” he said in a joking tone, but he looked like he really meant it.

I smiled, my heart hammering wildly. “Thank you.”

“Well, I did arrange something for you today…” he suddenly added.

One of the staff members I had seen the previous day came out carrying a tray of about ten tiny glasses filled with various shades of brown liquid.

I gave Carter a puzzled look.

The tray was placed in front of me. Each glass had a label.

“I wanted to let you experience a slice of Bali, even for just a short while,” Carter explained. “And I know you love coffee...”

“Oh, wow!” I said enthusiastically as I was handed a list of the different types of coffee laid out on the tray. I felt like a little kid in a candy store. “I want to try the peaberry coffee first! Sounds interesting from this description.”

“Sure,” Carter said. “Go ahead.”

I took a sip. It was still hot but was definitely flavorful and rich.

“It’s also called lanang coffee,” Carter said.

“I love it,” I commented after drinking the whole shot glass.

I went to the next, which I did not like as much. I didn’t finish it, so Carter did. It was his type.

In just a few minutes, we finished everything while laughing and chatting some more.

“I hope you still have some space in your tummy,” Carter said in a baffling manner.

“Why?” I asked, stunned.

“Because I reserved the best for last,” he said. Someone handed us each a cup of another type of coffee from Bali. This was supposed to be one of their most famous kinds of coffee.

“Mmmm…” I said as I relished the taste. This one was kind of earthy with a hint of caramel and chocolate flavors. It was certainly unique, but I really liked it. “What is it?” I asked.

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