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.

man? You can get away

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

that mean you didn't enjoy

he asked, his voice

refusing to answer. "I suggest we stick to business and not talk about

"But I'm here to talk about the past." He said, taking

you here to play around or discuss

hands in mock surrender.

need to get all nasty.

leading him back to the

about it? Didn't we conclude on it earlier at your office?" She asked with a

about when you'd be resuming and your working hours,"

better. And as for the working hours, it shouldn't exceed your usual office hours, should it?" She asked,

have this conversation with you.

"What do you mean?"

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

any trips, you're

That's not going to be possible," she cut in before he could finish, "There is no way I can do

you do not have kids, and your boss has assured me that in the next month, you're mine. So,

can do weekdays, but I can't work with you on weekends. And I can't travel with you either. I'm

you're backing out of our agreement?" He

about an interview with you

find out?" He said with

a deep breath, "My weekends are important

of 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 about

have to spend the weekend with me getting to know

an interview, not a relationship. I don't need to know everything about you," she said

me to decide not