AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He took her through the first level, where there were two bedrooms, a living room, and a wine cellar. They then carried their bags up to the second level, where there was a sleek kitchen with handleless cabinets.
He opened the refrigerator and showed her the fully stocked shelves. “My housekeeper went shopping before we came. We have plenty to eat and drink. Help yourself.”
There were two more bedrooms upstairs. Bruno placed her luggage in the smaller one before showing her into the main suite.
Marissa gasped.
“You like the room,” Bruno said.
“The room and the view.” She walked to the windows that took up an entire wall. A table and chairs were set up on the balcony, but beyond that was the dramatic view of the Hollywood sign, the canyons, and downtown.
“There’s a pool at that end of the house, but you can’t see it unless you step onto the balcony and go around the corner there,” Bruno said.
What the heck was she doing flying on a chartered jet with a billionaire chef, about to attend the James Beard Awards? The whole experience was surreal. Like something out of a movie. She didn’t know whether to pinch herself and wake up or sit back and enjoy the experience—fantasy or not.
“You have a beautiful place. Not quite as little as you implied. Four bedrooms, four baths, two stories, a pool, and a great-looking kitchen.”
“Thank you. I’ll assume you like the accommodations.”
“I like your home very much.”
Uncertain what to do next, Marissa clasped her hands together in front of her hips.
Bruno studied her in silence for a moment before he spoke. “We have a few choices for dinner, but I’ll let you decide. We can go out to eat, we can cook, or we can take the easy route and order in.”
“I would love to take the easy route. I feel like I’ve been traveling all day, though our flight was only a few hours. I would love to relax, if that’s okay with you.”
“That’s okay with me.”
“How about pizza for dinner?”
“Pizza?” Bruno repeated with a frown.
“Yes. Tell me you know a good pizza place.”
He thought for a moment. “As a matter-of-fact, you’re in luck. I do know a good pizza place.”
“Yes!”
He chuckled. “You and your cravings.”
“I know, it’s wild.”
“Are you craving anything in particular?”
You.
The word startled her, and she jumped.
Bruno stared at her with a frown. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I… um, I thought of something that I needed to do and didn’t do before I left so I better get to it.” She was rambling and shook her head. “Anyway, surprise me. I’ll leave the decision for toppings up to you.”
“All right, I’ll order dinner, and we can eat on the balcony in about an hour. Sound good?”
“Perfect.”
Marissa left him alone and went to her bedroom down the hall. Flopping onto her back on the mattress, she stared up at the ceiling. She flexed her fingers, which tingled from when Bruno had helped her out of the car earlier.
