The Matchmaker and the Billionaire (MBBC#11)

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Louise Rose

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I managed to cook the family recipe Rosy had for years. With fresh ingredients from our garden, I baked and grilled a chicken. I also made a few side dishes and salads. When I finished, the doorbell rang, and my heart beat fast. I know it was him.

"Hello, just in time!" I conveyed as I welcomed Hendrix inside.

His manly, fresh scent lingered in my nostrils as he stepped inside. I shut the door quickly, and my eyes followed him. He's wearing a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and cowboy boots. He looks incredibly attractive, making it hard for me to breathe.

Calm down, Louise. It's not a date! It's just a formality between a client and her temporary boss. That's it and nothing else.

"Flowers?" He beamed as he handed me the flowers.

"T-Thank you..." I don't know if I will be disappointed or impressed, as I quickly noticed these flowers were not from a typical shop. They were hand-picked with different varieties, and the freesias in the middle smelled so good. They look stunning compared to the flowers I sell in the shop.

"My mother picked them for you," he said, removing his leather jacket. He put it on the back of the chair.

I blinked fast. 

His mother picked this for me? Why?

"Oh, thank you," I stammered and quickly turned away from him. It felt like my heartbeat climbed up to my neck.

Heck.

Hendrix followed me to the kitchen, and his eyes surveyed the place. I managed to hide a few picture frames of Rosy and me. There was nothing much in this house anyway, as Rosy doesn't do decorations. There are a few awards and graduation photos of me, and they're on top of the old piano.

I found an empty vase and quickly arranged the flowers. I smiled as I looked at it, appreciating the beauty.

"Are you living here alone?" He asked behind me.

"Uhm, yes, for now." I opened the oven and pulled out the baked trout in rosemary and butter. It smelled delicious, and I hoped it would taste just as good. I placed it in the center of the table.

"Smells good," he complimented.

"Yeah. I hope it tastes good." I hide the twist of my lips.

"Sit down and make yourself comfortable." I smiled, and he nodded.

I only grabbed a few things, like our glasses and drinks, and that's it.

Everything was already set up on the table, and Hendrix waited for me with a calm and friendly gaze. I hate establishing a friendly relationship with him, but since he is my client, I will try to be civil.

"Thank you for the food, Rosy," he said and paused a little bit before we started. He smells its aroma first before putting the food into his mouth.

I swallowed hard as I watched him, feeling nervous. I wait for his compliment, regardless of whether it is positive or negative.

"Hmm, nice flavors, and the texture of the fish is not bad. I love it."

"Really? That's good to know." I felt relaxed after hearing that. "It's a family recipe I learned from my Aunty Rosy," I said out of the blue without even thinking and started eating. Hendrix was right. It's cooked to perfection.

"Aunty Rosy?"

My eyes widened a little fraction, and I quickly raised my chin to see him.

Oh great! Why did I say that? I'm not supposed to say anything about my aunt.