All Chapters of The Billionaire and the High school Girl fell in love : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I could feel the expectant looks of everyone else at the table focused on me as they waited for me to answer. As usual, Mr. Hills had made me a fair offer. I didn’t really care what we did, to be honest. Frankly, I would have been willing to watch ping pong with the entire DA’s office to spend time with him. Hell, I would probably have played ping pong with the entire DA’s office to spend time with him. I took my time and held his gaze. Neither one of us was going to look away first. In the background April Skies by the Jesus and Mrs Fox played. This had to be the coolest jukebox ever. “It's a deal,” I said finally. I had gotten what I had asked for. I was jumping on this opportunity before I lost my chance. I reached into my purse, grabbed my cell and handed it to him. He called his phone with it and we both typed in the contact info. “The only thing is that I have to pick up my brother at Georgetown Sunday morning and move him back home, so I can’t stay out too late tomorrow.” “O

You look like hell,” Ava said, glancing up from the paper. “Thanks,” I croaked. “You have no idea how much that doesn't help.” “Do us both a favor and have some coffee,” she said taking a sip of her own. “So, where do you plan to go to dinner?” “That little Middle Eastern place on Sansom.” The coffee maker looked like an oasis sitting there on the counter as I staggered toward it. “That little hole-in-the wall place? He would take you anywhere you wanted. Why not someplace fancy?” “That place is really good and the people who own it are sweet. Besides, it's close by. Maybe afterward we can go down to Suburban Station and see if Stan's playing.” I filled my mug and just as I was about to reach for the creamer I stopped myself. This was a black coffee kind of morning. “Stan? You want your first date with a senator’s son to include a trip to a railway station to listen to a street musician?” “Stan’s really talented. He’s credited on albums put out by some real blues giants.” I col

Well, at least you know I'm probably not after your money.”“Most people highly motivated by money don't become public defenders.”“My parents like to point that out too, but not for the same reason.”“Are you close to your mom and dad?” he asked.“Yes, very. They’ve been happily married for twenty-eight years and they’re very loving parents. Is your family close?”“Yes, exceptionally,” he answered. “My parents have been happily married for thirty years. And my brother and sister and I are close even though Drew and I rag on each other.”“You went to Georgetown Law and you’re twenty-seven like Fred?”“Right. You went to Penn Law and you’re twenty-six?”“Yep. So now we know the details,” I said with a smile.“Now we know the details,” he agreed.“Ah, here we are,” I said as we approached the restaurant. “I warned you that it's not fancy.”“I don't care about fancy as long as it tastes good. I'll try the lamb even though I'm afraid that now I'm going to think about how cute my dinner on

“I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you. I think your chances of getting pretty much any kind of sex you want are exceptionally good.” My tummy flipped over.He walked me to my apartment door but didn’t make any move to touch me. He just stood there about three feet away from me waiting to see what I wanted him to do.“I had a great time tonight,” he said, watching me carefully.“Me too,” I said, a little nervous about actually initiating anything.“Well then, I guess I’ll call you tomorrow.” He started to turn back toward the elevator.“Kiss me! Please?” He paused and turned back. “I asked nicely.” He smiled and then walked slowly over to me, looking into my eyes as he approached. When he was directly in front of me he leaned down to kiss me slowly and gently on the lips. My heart was pounding so hard I thought he must be able to hear it. I had just witnessed a famous bluesman playing a private dedication to me in a train station but not even that seemed as unbelievable as the fac

Switching sides already.” Adam shook his head.“Hey, it's the New York Times, not the National Enquirer,” Fred shot back. “I just figured that Senator Hills might be interested in knowing that his son is dating the Kingmaker’s daughter.”“My dad does things strictly by the book,” I said. “He wouldn’t make a bed without asking three people to advise him, two people to draft proposals and someone to provide catering. He’s not sitting in some smoky back room plotting the future of the country.”“Can I see the article?” Dan asked. Fred passed i“My dad would probably just find it an amusing coincidence. For the record, he’s not the pawn of any secret cadre of businessmen with moderate political views.” He winked at me and my tummy fluttered again. Ha! I was on the teasing end for a change and Dan was on my side! I loved it!“I think you guys should take a road trip to Roswell,” I joked.“Maybe you can prove that Elvis is still alive and break the Da Vinci Code on the way,” he added and I