บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE'S LOVE: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"Thank you for coming," she said as they stood, eyeing each other. She wasn't near as tall as he was, even with her heels which she slipped back on before he came in. "I'm sorry about the heat. We had issues with the air-conditioning all week, which you should do something about boss," she smiled. "Same thing with mine. I've been working on it, and I assure you miss Graham that it will be fixed soon. At least open your Windows,my office has been like a microwave, it's a good thing we decided to meet at your office,mine is way hotter," he replied with a smile as he glanced around her office. It was filled with painting of many kinds, to photographs of a pavalon that had been a gift. And a calendar, filled with pinned schedules. There were mountains of files, tapes and disks placed on a table at the far end of the room. Her secretary brought in a tray, with a jug of juice and a plate of cookies. She waved him towards the couch and handed him a glass of iced cold juice a moment later,

The week after she had lunch with Drake, Emma spent two days at an important shoot. The cinematographers were shooting videos and taking photos for an advert for a company and her present was needed. The shoot was fabulous, and Emma was sure that everything would turn out perfect. One of the models had fainted after eating nothing for the two days they were on set. She claimed that she was 'fasting' although the paramedics suspected that she was also suffering from something else. They shot some scenes at the beach, despite the relentless heat that was close to killing everyone. Emma stood watching them, with her hips deep in the water, it's coolness a sweet relief. Her phone rang for the hundredth time that afternoon, and she got out of the water, heading towards her bag. They had a lot of shoots lined up, and they had an ad to be delivered by October. And this time when the phone rang, she was tempted not to pick it up. She nearly didn't, until she saw who it was.. It was her b

There were four different kinds of pasta in four gigantic bowls, four kinds of salad, and the banana bread aroma was fabulous. There were hardly any banana bread left by the time Emma led Drake to the garden. The gardenia Siddharth had decorated the table with sent off a heady scent, and Drake picked up one of them and tucked it into her braid. "Thank you for inviting me Emma, I'm really enjoying myself." He felt as if he had entered a different world.... A very noisy one, but it was Emma's world, and she was the princess at the center of it all. His head was nearly spinning at the excitement of her, and she was beginning to feel the same way about him. She didn't really want to, but she was beginning to feel an insatiable pull towards him. They shared a small bench as they ate dinner away from others in they garden, and chatted away, while Brian watched with interest from the the living room. He knew his best friend very well, and he could see that Emma was clearly growing fee

The night flight to France was always too brief. Emma did some little work, ate dinner, and settled back in the reclining seat under the comforter air France provided for first class, and slept for hours. She was at zarbs by eleven a.m, and after a nice shower, a change of clothes and a nice cup of cappuccino, Emma got to work. Being the ad agency for Zandor was no small work. She met with the designer himself and got a few glimpse and shots of the choice wears for the show. After several meeting with the designer and running her ideas with him, she met Brian that afternoon. They had dinner at LA villa gastronomique that night, which was a small restaurant they both liked, and a place they could relax a little. They were both tired on the first evening,so after dinner they headed back to the hotel to sleep. They both knew that the next day everyone would be in high gear and moving in full speed taking pictures, making videos, and shouting orders making sure everything was perfect

She dismissed the driver for the night, and they got down, strolling slowly down the cost le voir to the place vermis. For once, they felt like normal people, without their hectic jobs and responsibilities weighing them down, and they were both grateful for the breath of fresh air. It returned some normalcy to the night after everything they had seen that evening. "I really needed this," he admitted, as they walked, stopping briefly to window shop. "Yeah me too. So,do you see yourself coming here in the next six months for another show?" She asked, curious about his response. "Right now? I won't lie I'm damn fascinated, but I don't know if I will though, not yet anyways. I think I will be a little disappointed if the other shows are any less. It's going to be a deciding factor." "Not any less though, just lest crazy and more in line. You might end up enjoying them more than Zandor's actually. They are not as exotic and as crazy as Zandor trust me, but that's their own aesthetic