Page 8 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

He nods, his eyes never leaving mine. “I understand. I won’t try to change your mind, so how about we scrap all talk of business and just enjoy dinner?”

I blink, caught off guard. Why would he want to still have dinner together if there’s no chance of acquiring my business?

Heat rushes through me, and suddenly it’s hard to speak. There’s a new seriousness in Jack’s eyes, and his fingertips are still brushing my wrist.

“Sure.” The next thing I know, I’m sitting back down. “Let’s just enjoy dinner.”

CHAPTER4

JACK

For a moment there, I thought Leah might actually say no. That she might walk out the door and I would never see her again.

And, as fucking crazy as it is, I was worried.

Because people hardly ever say no to me. All I have to do is walk into a room and women fall at my feet.

But not this woman.

And maybe that’s what’s so intriguing about Leah. She doesn’t seem to give a shit about who I am.

I gesture for our waiter. “Let’s order,” I tell Leah. “The ravioli is amazing, by the way.”

We place our orders and though everything seems good on the surface, I can feel the tension between us.

“So, tell me about how you came up with the idea for GourmetGlobal,” I say, trying not to stare at her full lips and soft curves. God, she’s even more beautiful in person.

She looks surprised for a moment but then smiles. “It was inspired by my grandmother. She loves food and taught me how to cook.”

A gentle smile tugs at her lips, and I can tell she’s lost in a long-ago memory. “My grandparents raised me, and we used to spend hours on the weekends in the kitchen, my grandma and me. It was how we connected. When I had my hands in dough, it was easier to talk somehow, you know? It’s like having something to do helped me open up… about school, boys… anything.”

She seems to realize how much she’s talking, and her cheeks turn pink.

“That’s a wonderful story,” I tell her. “It’s amazing how food has the power to bring people together.”

She nods, her eyes sparkling. “Yes, exactly. It’s not just about the taste, but the memories and emotions that come with it.”

“You must be an amazing cook.”

“Oh.” She waves her hand. “I don’t cook much anymore. I don’t really have time for it.”

I raise an eyebrow. “That’s a shame. I bet you could make some amazing dishes.”

A soft laugh escapes her lips. “Maybe one day I’ll get back into it.”

“So you’re too busy to cook…” I lean in. “What do you do on your time off?”

Her lips twist in a grin. “What time off?”

I chuckle. “You sound just like me.”

“And what about you?” She cocks her head, a strand of hair sliding along her bare shoulder.

“What about me? Anything you want to know can be found online.” I sip my wine.

“I doubt that. There’s always more to a person than what’s on the surface.” She leans in closer, her eyes locking onto mine. “Tell me something that’s not out there for everyone to see.”

Her gaze is intense, pulling me in. Maybe it’s the way she’s not afraid to challenge me, or the way her body language screams confidence despite her shy smile. The woman is dynamic, and that makes it hard to look away from her.

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