The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

Chapter 17

Evelyn stared at Derek, her heart pounding in her chest. Recovering quickly from the initial shock, her hands moved involuntarily to the front of her bathrobe and she held it tightly together. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"

Derek's grin widened. "May I come in?"

"Certainly not," she snapped.

His eyes glinted mischievously. "You can either let me in, or we can stand here with you dressed in your bathrobe for everyone to see and speculate about our relationship."

Her eyes darted to the corridor. The last thing she needed was gossip. Reluctantly, she stepped aside.

"Fine, come in."

Derek stepped into the room, his presence filling the space. Evelyn closed the door behind him, her mind racing. Derek couldn't be here. What if Samantha returned now? She needed to think fast. "Excuse me for a moment," she said, walking into the bedroom. She quickly grabbed her phone and sent a text to Maya, asking her to keep Samantha out for a while longer.

Hearing movement behind her, she turned to see Derek approaching and she stiffened. "What are you doing?"

"By here you mean, here in your room, here in your suite, or here in this Hotel?" He asked with an innocent smile, his gaze sweeping over her.

She clenched her jaw, "I didn't invite you into my room. It is rude to barge into my room..." she trailed off when he chuckled.

"What's funny?" She asked, glaring at him.

"You. And the fact that you think I'm being rude when you did the very same thing six years ago. You even did worse. At least I'm not stripping like you did," he said, and her cheeks flamed. "Seeing you in a hotel room, dressed in a bathrobe, brings back memories," he drawled.

"I apologize for what happened then. I wasn't in my right senses," she said without meeting his gaze.

"Like I'm not in mine right now," he said, taking a step forward and she instinctively took a step back.

"Things are different. It's not the same," she said, trying to reason with him.

a man? You can get away with seducing me that way, but

doing. I acted out of my pain and foolishness and I swear to God, I regret it," she said, telling herself inwardly that she didn't regret having Samantha but she only regretted all that led up

it? Does that mean

remember differently," he asked, his voice

we stick to business and not talk about the

talk about the past."

past, she met his gaze, her resolve hardening. "What do you want, Mr Stone? Are you here to play around or discuss business? If you plan on making a habit

his hands in

to get all nasty. I came

do so," she said, leading

on it earlier at your office?" She asked

about when you'd be resuming and your working

for the working hours, it shouldn't

have this conversation with you. I can

"What do you mean?"

the next month closely by my side. It is not restricted to only my office

me. If I'm going on any trips, you're coming with me. You will spend your weekdays and weekends with

possible," she cut in before he could finish, "There is no way

your job? You're not married, you do not have kids, and your boss has

on weekends. And

out of our

you really doing this? What's the big deal about an interview with you that you

you find out?" He said with a

"My weekends are

up to you to decide whether you will do it or not. How can you say you've understudied me if you only get to know about me during work hours when I'm playing

the weekend with me getting to know other parts of my life.

an interview, not a relationship. I don't need to know everything

me to decide not you. It's that or