Bought by the Billionaire (4 page)

For as long as I could remember, I had always been nervous. I was nervous about work, nervous about relationships with friends, and nervous in communicating with men. At the age of twenty-four, I was finally in a position to say that I had made it. I had been offered a job as a librarian and I was finally surrounded by what I loved; books. It was my first week at the job and the stress hadn’t gone away. I was scared of making some silly mistake that would shun me from my dream career. This forced me to take cautious decisions, which carried on into my daily life. I hadn’t been eating properly from all of the stress, so my roommate Keisha had kicked me out of the apartment to grab some groceries for us to cook a healthy wholesome meal that night.

As I wandered down the dairy isle, my worries came back to me as I recalled the interactions I had had with my coworkers at the library today. I knew that I was overthinking the situation, but I couldn’t justify that to myself. I felt extremely self-conscious of the way I had tried to make small talk with them. I wondered how they viewed me and whether they would ever consider me to be one of their peers. Mindlessly wandering down the aisle, I stopped to pick up a carton of two-percent milk. As I reached for it, my hand slipped and the milk carton crashed to the floor. The creamy mess was all over the floor as I stood there looking dumbfounded at what I had done. I grabbed some napkins from my purse and bent down to try to clean the mess I had created in the grocery store.

Out of nowhere, two feet dressed in expensive dress shoes stopped in front of me. My eyes climbed his sculpted and well-dressed body to meet his glistening blue eyes.

“Looks like you could use a hand there,” he said as he crouched down to help me.

He gently reached for some of the napkins I had in my hand; as an immediate and protective response, I clenched the pile of napkins and pulled my hand in close to my chest. My shirt was hanging low, revealing my cleavage and I caught sight of his stare lower towards my breasts. I sat up and handed him some of the napkins. I took a moment to analyze the man that was kneeling in front of me. He was tall, had chestnut brown hair, a chiseled jaw line and ivory skin. From what I could tell from the angle, I’m sure his jaw line wasn’t the only thing that was chiseled, but it was hard to tell what details would be revealed if he were to take off his suit.

“Yeah! I would love some help! I’m such a klutz…” I responded with pursed lips.

I proceeded to lean over revealing the cleavage of my breasts again and handed him some of the napkins. He must have noticed my intentions because he gave me a devilish smirk accompanied by a raised eyebrow. I blushed at the attention he was giving me. It wasn’t often that strangers stopped to offer help, let alone hit on me.

Although this man wasn’t the normal type of guy I would be interested in, something deep inside drew me to him. I could feel every part of my body pulling myself towards his with a feeling of intrigue.

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Mia Caldwell has been fantasizing about stories of "Happily-Ever-After" since she was a little girl, and now that's she's all grown up her "Happily-Ever-After" stories have taken a steamier turn! After graduating from college Mia still wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do with her life. Bored with her day job as an Administrative Assistant for a non-profit, she started writing stories on the side and sharing them with her friends. They gave her the push she needed to share them with you! She lives in New York with two rascally cats named Link and Zelda, eats too much chocolate and Chinese take-out, and goes on way too many blind dates. She's still waiting for Mr. Right, but in the meantime she'll keep dreaming up the perfect man!
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