Entangling With The Billionaire

g a look from Linda. She hardly noticed his carful-admiring eyes looking on from time to time. However, on

ing why our eyes met a few

. Would you mind tell

spoke. "How many times will I tell you to stop calling me "sir"? You can

amusing expression. "Was t

e sitting posture. "I was wondering if you were enjoying my food or did I

, sir." She met a facial expression that without a doubt was in protest against her usage of the word, "sir" again. "Oh n

rful after Linda's short apology. "It's alright, now go on tell me what you had in

ne of the best friends rice I have had in a long time. You are a good chef sir-Clinton!" She quickl

rice was one of the best you have had in a long time." This time, there was silence with thin smiles across their faces. Clinton wasted no time, he simply began following the directive from his brain. There was a strong im

hers. Dumbfounded, she continued to maintain her silence until Clinton's left hand began inching closer to her wrist. "Have you ever thought about forgiveness? Don't you think you shou

iveness! Not now, Lind

last line of discussion they had. Soon, they finished eating their meal, and Clinton began gathering the plates so he

lp Clinton. "Please sir, allow me to help you with that," she realized her mistake onc

the same crime again, what should I do to you if

ight as well kill me if I make that again," she teased, while stretchin

me that," he replied. Both of them busted into laughter as they couldn't contain the mirth on their faces from developing furt

hat? I can give a quick ha

not in a hurry anymore because I chose to come

inda," he spoke with a class voice. There was no pretence whatsoever in his voice. He only wan

he has never witnessed before. Her lips were dry, her heartbeat was beginning to increase. It was the beginning of emotional build-up for Clinton; something she never thought was fea