Her Asian Billionaire: A BWAM Pregnancy Love Story Read Free Page A

building, mentally placing each piece of furniture and equipment
and seeing the décor unfold in her mind. She had to make it
happen.
    “Your
enthusiasm is contagious,” he commented as he served her a
plate packed to capacity. “I am actually seeing this place with
your eyes.”
    She
looked at him as he filled his plate. “I am glad.” She
started eating and her eyes widened in appreciation. “This is
good stuff.”
“Glad you like it,” he grinned.
“Actually made it myself.”
    “A
handsome rich man who cooks,” she murmured. “What is such
a treasure like you being single?”
    “I
could ask the same about you,” he passed her a glass of wine.
    “Unlike
you I am not rich, I am just a working class girl who wants to find a
way to fulfill her dreams,” she told him with a shrug. “I
was actually kinda intimidated by you. I said to myself: he’s
rich and handsome and has been out with his share of beautiful rich
woman so what would he see in me?” she gave him a direct look.
“It’s actually a question: What could you possibly want
with me?”
    He
replaced the glass on the rug and gave her his full attention. “I
have been out with lots of women and I have even had sex with quite a
few but I am looking for something that’s missing; someone who
is not into me for my parents’ money or what they think I can
do for them.” He told her honestly.
    “And
you think that person is me?” she asked him arching one
perfectly shaped brow.
    “I
am willing to find out,” he told her softly; holding her gaze
with his. Rosa felt it again; that insistent pull of attraction. She
had chalked it down to the fact that she had not been with a man in
so long that her body was responding to being starved of lovemaking.
    He
changed the subject, diffusing the tension that was spreading in the
room. “How long have you had this dream of yours?”
    She told
him about her first easy bake oven and watching her mother in the
kitchen and how from a very early age and how through high school
that dream had remained.
    “What’s
your dream?” she asked him curiously as he listened to her in
silence.
    “My
parents’ dream is for me to take over from them when they
retire.” He said cynically.
    “What’s
your dream?”
    “To
become independent like you,” he smiled at her crookedly.
    “We
all need to have a dream John,” Rosa pushed aside the empty
plate. “Dr. Martin Luther King had a dream and we as people
need to have a dream and to follow through with it. I grew up on the
side of town that drug dealers and pimps hang out. I was determined
to be a sister who was different and I needed to make my parents
proud and most importantly to make something for myself.”
    “Are
you always this passionate?” he asked her huskily and Rosa did
not miss the double entendre as his eyes went to her full red lips
slightly parted, revealing her white teeth.
    “What
are you doing?” she asked him, her hands trembling slightly as
she rubbed her palms on her jeans.
    “You
are the most alive person I have ever met,” he told her; gaze
holding hers in a mesmerizing stare. “I love the way you
express yourself and the way your face lights up when you talk about
something close to your heart. I have grown jaded and cynical Rosa
and I don’t like it. I want what you have; a zest for life.”
    “What
are you saying?” she asked him. Her throat was closing up and
she could barely get the words through the blockage. He was crowding
her and he was not sitting too close to her.
    “I
want to see you again,” he picked up a slim hand and raised it
to his lips, lightly touching his mouth to her skin. But that light
touch triggered something so potent that Rosa felt it deep inside her
gut and she wanted to pull her hand away.
    “I
don’t know,” her flesh was tingling where his mouth had
touched her and even though he had let go of her hand, she still felt
his touch burning through her skin. “I am very busy and I don’t
know when I