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.

can get away with seducing me that way, but I can't?" He asked, holding

was 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

it? Does that mean you didn't enjoy

remember differently," he asked, his voice

we stick

softly. "But I'm here to talk about the

of rehashing the 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

his hands in mock

get all nasty. I came

let's do so," she said, leading him back to

What did you want to discuss about it? Didn't we conclude on it earlier

you'd be resuming and your working hours," he

hours, it shouldn't exceed your usual office hours, should it?" She asked, and he paused,

glad I came to have this conversation with you. I can see you're mistaken," he said,

"What do you mean?"

my

trips, you're coming with me. You will spend your

before he could finish, "There is no way I can do that.

have kids, and your boss has assured me that in the next month, you're mine. So, what else could there be?" He asked, and she shook

weekdays, but I can't work with you on weekends.

mean you're backing out of

big deal about an interview with you that you have to

you find out?" He said with a

a deep breath, "My weekends are

your life. It's 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

know other parts of my life. My

need to know everything

not you. It's that