Page 35 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #1)

"Thanks," I say. I watch as he heads to his office and then sit on the edge of the bed and rub my temples.

This is going to be a lot harder than I anticipated.

Finally, I pick up my plastic bag and head to the kitchen.

I see a speaker in the corner, and an idea suddenly strikes me.

I have an idea how to get the party started.

I walk over to the speaker, turn on the Bluetooth on my phone, and connect it.

Once it's connected, I go to YouTube and select the Carmen opera.

I press play and turn the volume up loudly.

It takes two minutes before Wes heads out of his office and into the kitchen.

He looks confused. I continue singing the opera as loudly as I can, even though I know I'm out of tune.

"Hey," he says, but I pretend I can't hear him as I open drawers to look for different cutlery.

"Hey, Sabrina!" he shouts. I pretend yet again I still can't hear him and sing even louder.

Finally, I feel his hands on my waist, spinning me around.

“Hey,” he says, his eyes slightly dazed. “I was speaking to you.”

“Oh, sorry,” I say, laughing, pretending that I can't tell he's slightly annoyed. "What's going on?"

"The music, it's really loud. Can you turn it down a little bit?"

"Oh, but I love to play loud music when I'm cooking. It just makes me feel free, like I am Julia Child or some other famous chef."

"Okay, but I'm trying to work."

"But don't you just love the opera, Wes?

" I pull away from him and start singing loudly.

"I love the opera. We should go to the opera," I say excitedly, grabbing his hand.

"Oh, my gosh. Do you want to go? Let's look for tickets," I sing loudly, and I can tell from his expression that he thinks I am losing it.

He frowns slightly and shakes his head. "I don't know. I guess. Can you please turn it down a little bit?"

"Fine," I say and turn it down one notch so that it's still blasting. "Oh, I just love this song. This is when Carmen meets..." I pause as he opens the fridge and grabs a beer. "Hey, you shouldn't be drinking before dinner. I don't want you to ruin your appetite."

He looks over at me. "It's one beer."

"Wessy Wessy," I say in a baby voice. "Don't you think you should listen to me?

I'm going out of my way to make you the most delicious Sabrina-esque dinner, and you're going to ruin your appetite drinking a beer.

I don't think so." I walk over to him and tap him on the nose.

He narrows his eyes slightly. I grab the beer from his hand and take it from him.

"You can have it once dinner is served, okay? "

"Okay. Can you turn the music down a little more?"

"Fine," I say with a deep-suffering sigh and turn it down to a more palatable level. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah," he says. "I'll be in the office, waiting for my Michelin star meal." He cocks his head to the side. "I'm really looking forward to it."

"I know you are, and I just think that is so awesome that you're so encouraging. It really makes me feel good." My hand flies to my heart. "I can feel the love in the air. For my cooking," I say quickly so he doesn't think that I'm talking about love between us.

"Okay." He proceeds to walk back to his office, and I grin.

I open the plastic bag and take out two ramen packets, go to the sink, and turn the faucet on.

I rip open the top of the first packet, take out the little sachets, pour them into the ramen, and then add the water before heading over to the microwave, placing them inside, and putting the timer on.

Three minutes later, the ramen is done, and I place them, still in their containers, on the dining room table with two spoons.

I look around for some napkins and put them next to the ramen containers.

I then place his beer next to his serving of food, count to twenty, put a smile on my face, and head over to his office.

I knock loudly. "Wes, honey." I don't wait for him to speak before I open the door.

He looks up at me with a small smile and holds his hand up. He's on the phone. "Okay. Sounds good. I'll speak to you in a little bit." He hangs up. "Hey, are you looking for something? Did you need specialty knives or something?"

"No, I just wanted to let you know that dinner's ready."

"What?" He blinks rapidly. "What do you mean, it's ready?"

"I mean, it's ready." I giggle as I walk over to him. "You said you were hungry, so..."

Understanding lights up his eyes, and he jumps up. "Oh, okay. Wait, why are you smiling? Are you dinner?" he says, licking his lips. "I was hungry for food, but I can definitely eat you first."

"No, Wes." I hit him in the shoulder. "That's not what I mean. I'm not dinner." But I watch as he rips his shirt off and comes closer to me and starts to pull up my top. "Wes, stop. What are you doing?"

"You just said that dinner was ready."

"Yeah, it's on the dining room table."

"Are you going to be on the dining room table?" he asks in confusion.

"No, I am not dinner."

"You're not dinner? But I was just in the kitchen less than five minutes ago, and you hadn't even started cooking yet."

"Yeah, and?"

He blinks again. "Oh, did you get takeout? Is that what it is? You brought it with you?"

"No, silly. I made it."

"You made dinner in less than five minutes?"

"Yeah, I told you I was making my Sabrina specialty."

He shakes his head. "I don't know what's going on here, but okay.

" He looks at me for a couple of seconds.

"Is this when you're going to tell me that you actually are dinner and you're going to rip off your pants and panties and go and lie on my dining room table?

Unconventional, but I like it. I haven't licked that pussy in a while, and. .."

"Wes." I hit him in the shoulder. "Enough. It's not me." Even though as he speaks, I kind of wish that I was dinner because I very much wanted to feel his tongue between my legs. Get it together, Sabrina , I lecture myself silently. "Come on."

We head toward the dining room, and I can feel him following behind me. We stop by the dining room table, and I take a seat next to my ramen, then point at his dish where the beer can is sitting. He stares at the table and then at me.

"Ramen?" He looks like he's going to burst out laughing, which wasn't the desired effect, but it is still only day one of Operation Get Kicked Out.

"Yeah. Don't you love ramen? I absolutely love it. I mean, I don't know if it's going to be a dish I would prepare at my Michelin star restaurant, but..."

"Okay." He takes a seat and opens the top, then stirs the noodles and looks at me. "The noodles are still hard."

"Oh no. Really?" I press my hand to my lips. "Oops. Did I not add enough water or leave it in long enough? Sorry. Shall I put it back in?"

He stares at me for a couple of seconds, shakes his head, and grabs his beer. I watch as he downs the whole thing and then puts it on the table. "I think that I may..."

"What? You didn't like my dinner?" My lips tremble. "I really thought you'd like it. I wanted to make it special."

"Uh-huh. Sure you did, Sabrina." He grins as he walks over to me and gives me a chaste kiss on the cheek. "I have to admit, I would've much preferred to be eating you than that ramen right now."

"Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that, but I guess you don't get everything you want, do you?"

"No, I guess not," he says. "But you know what they say?"

"What do they say?

"Good things come to those who wait." He winks at me. "I'll be back in the office."

"You're not going to eat your dinner?"

"I think I'm good for now," he says. "But maybe I'll heat it up again later. I might be working late tonight, so I'll see you tomorrow."

"Do you want to leave your phone with me?"

"You can start tomorrow. I mean, seeing as you worked so hard tonight to make this delicious meal for me, enjoy yourself, watch TV, do some work, whatever you want to do.

Make yourself feel at home, Sabrina. I'm just really glad you're here.

" He gives me another kiss on the cheek and rubs the top of my head and walks away, and all I can think is how annoyed I am.