The Billionaire’s Unlikely Bride(8)

I see Olivia glaring at me and Peter looking at me miserably and I quickly follow Elliott into the room. “Night guys,” I shout back to them quickly.



“Wait a second Elle,” Peter quickly grabs me. “Come to my room tonight. I’m going to try and get my mom a suite.” I look at him and nod, not wanting to tell him no in fear that he would cause a scene.



“Good night Elle,” Olivia smiles at me sweetly as her son is watching. As soon as he turns away she says, “Don’t even think about trying to sleep with Peter tonight.”



I gape at her confused. Had she really warned me away from him?



“Maybe Elliott can read you a bedtime story to make you fall asleep before he comes to spend the night with me.” She turns away quickly at that point as Peter is walking but up to us. But I feel my insides quake with jealousy.



I walk into the room quickly and close the door. I can hear water running in the bathroom and I assume Elliott is taking a shower. I fall back onto the king-sized bed and sigh. I never thought I would be in such a complicated situation. It seemed as if I couldn’t win with either of these guys. Peter’s mother hated me and I wasn’t sure how he really felt about me asides from sexual attraction and Elliott was Brittany’s dad. He hated looked at me really since he found out who I was and I couldn’t even imagine how she would react if I were to date him. I was still lying on the bed when Elliott emerged from the bathroom wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.



I gasped when I saw him. He was so physically fit and attractive. He had a splattering of hair across his chest that made him even sexier. I felt weak in the knees just looking at him.



“I hope you don’t mind sharing a bed with me tonight Elle?” He asked me in concern.



“No, no I don’t,” I mumbled back at him, still captivated by his body.



“It’s a King so I’m sure we won’t be in each others way.” He grinned at me.



“Yeah. Shouldn’t be a problem.” I wished it were a twin size bed. Then we would have to be in each other’s way.



“I’m going to turn the TV on if you don’t mind?” Elliott asked me politely as he turned away.



“No problem, I’m going to take a shower now.” I grabbed my bag and walked into the bathroom. I contemplated going to Peter’s room, he had sent me a text and I figured he might be a good way to get over Elliott. As I showered I had an idea. Elliott had been attracted to me once, so he may still be. I decided to stay the night and wear the thong and tank top to bed as I had planned to with Peter and would see what happened.



I put a long t-shirt on over my tank top and thong so that when I walked back into the bedroom he wouldn’t see what I was wearing. Elliott had turned the light off and so the room was dark asides from the glare from the TV.



“Hope there was enough hot water.” Elliott’s gruff voice spoke to me in the dark.



“Yes, yes there was. Thanks.” I walked over to the bed slowly, not sure if I was brave enough to take off the t-shirt.



“I’m just going to brush my teeth,” he said as he got out of bed and walked past me.



“Okay.” I looked up at him and our eyes met. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I quickly pulled off my t-shirt and climbed into bed. I was absorbed in an episode of ‘Chopped’ when he came back out of the bathroom. He climbed into the bed besides me and I felt a quick thrill of excitement.



“Cooking show?” Elliott sat up in the bed and talked to me.



“Yeah,” I say up as well, making sure that the sheets were up to my waist. I didn’t want him seeing me in my underwear. “I love cooking shows.” I looked over at him and grinned.



“I know. Brittany told me you make her meals every week based on ideas from the different shows you watch.”



“Oh, yeah.” I look over at him and smile.



“She says you aren’t that good a cook though.” He grins at me.



“What?”



“Got ya,” he laughs at me and I swat him on the shoulder.



I see him looking down at my chest. It is pretty clear that I’m not wearing a bra and I feel my nipples tighten at his gaze.



“I’m joking. She says you are a good cook.”



“That’s good to know.” I smile but keep my distance.



“What’s your favorite meal to cook?” He asks me coming closer to me.



“Uhm, “ I think for a second. “Roast beef. I like to cook a Sunday roast.”



“Ah, a family meal.”



“Yeah.” I look up at him and realize he is right in my face. “Oh,” I whisper as he takes my mouth in his. The kiss lasts for about a minute.