ADD ME TO YOUR READING LIST/LIBRARY, BESTIE. I AM ABOUT TO BE COMPLETED.
David Richards is one of the most eligible bachelor of New York. Being the older son of the family, he inherited Richards' Hotels And Resorts, which is the most expensive and s...
Janet wakes up to the smell of food. She instantly sits up on her bed.
8:00 pm says the clock.
Someone is in the kitchen of her suite. Someone is in her suite. That someone is not supposed to be there. THAT SOMEONE COULD BE DANGEROUS.
She spots a discarded emerald colored shirt on the couch.
'what the hell?'
She gathers all her courage and gets off the bed. Tip-toeing towards her handbag, she tries to find can of pepper spray.
'Oh crap. I don't have it on me.' She thinks to herself. She looks around the room.
'What could be the next best weapon? Ah yes. The fruit basket!'
'not the basket, duffer. the knife in the basket.' the voice in her head says.
'Yeah whatever.'
She proceeds to grab it and walks towards the kitchen.
Janet is about to peek into the room, when she hears footsteps.
He/she is coming out.
Janet lifts the knife.
She prepares to attack the intruder, only to come face to face with the one and only David Richards. That too, the shirtless one. Just in an apron.
'oh. Fuck my life.'
David stops her from stabbing him by grabbing her right hand with his left, while the other hand goes around her waist. He pulls her into him, very happy to finally feel her touch.
"Woah! Easy there." He exclaims, lifting his eyebrows.
Janet stares at the man with a confused expression.
"Hi." David says, flashing a to-die-for smile.
"How the hell did you get into my room? What are you doing here?" Janet asks.
"Baby, I own this Resort. I mean, you surely aren't that a fool." He says sarcastically and chuckles.
Janet jerks herself away from him, clearly frustrated and flustered. She walks back into the room.
"And to answer you second question," she hears him say as he follows her into the room. "You wanted me to cook you dinner." He adds. His apron missing.
"So I'm here to cook you dinner, Baby." He whispers into her hair as his hands go around her waist from behind.
Janet gulps. She could feel her anger fading away. She yet again jerks out of his grip and turns to face him.
"Oh. So now you're mad because I listened to what you said? I mean, you did ask me to cook you dinner." He says getting all cute and stuff.
"I'm here to cook you dinner." He says as he pulls her into him.
Janet is still contemplating what do say, when David speaks up again. "Which reminds me. Dinner, is ready, ma'am."
He lets her go and lays the table on the balcony. "Come on!" He calls as he looks at her expectantly.
When Janet makes no move, David walks up to her and ushers her to the beautifully laid table. There were a number of Turkish dishes laid out. There was Mantı, a mini ravioli; Köfte, Turk's Meatballs and Siş Kebap, Turkish Seekh Kebab.
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