Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I feel like I know Bishop so much better. Our dates in the hotel suite and the last two concerts have given me a greater glimpse of who he really is. This connection between us has grown stronger and I can’t say I regret my decision to get on that bus.
It doesn’t take long for him to get to a gated property where he turns in. We’re allowed in through the gates and both cars pass through. I sit in shock as we pull up in front of a French château-style home. It’s simply breathtaking.
“I hope you don’t mind. When I started to plan our date, I thought about the club and how things went so wrong. I didn’t want to take that risk again. Your ankle has just healed and…”
He releases a deep breath. “I wanted us to be able to have this moment without worrying about my fans or paparazzi. I rented the house and staff, including a chef, for the evening. I promise this will be as fun and romantic as going out to a restaurant and movie theater.”
His cheeks turn pink and it’s so endearing. I mean, who rents out a house just for a date? He has brought in a private chef and staff to serve us for the evening. Is he kidding me?
“Bishop, this is amazing and so thoughtful. I don’t care that it’s not some restaurant or sticky movie theater either. This is exciting. Come on,” I say excitedly.
Leaning in, I kiss his cheek. He smiles and steps from the car to round it and open my door. I take the hand he’s offering and step out of the vehicle. The house is even more breathtaking now that I’m outside the car.
Dwayne and the others take the bags Bishop brought along into the house. We don’t follow them inside right away. Instead, Bishop keeps me in his arms, staring into my eyes while holding me in a trance.
Tightening his hold on me, he dips his head and takes my lips in a passionate kiss. I cling to him with my arms wrapped around his neck. He deepens the kiss as he begins to sway me in his arms.
“All clear and I have the signed DNAs,” Dwayne announces, breaking into the moment.
I shake my head to clear it and allow Bishop to lead me into the house. His palm feels so warm against my back, bringing so much comfort with the simple touch.
Once we step over the threshold, it all really begins to sink in. I’m dating a real live celebrity. The hired staff are lined up to greet us and from the way they’re gawking at Bishop with stars in their eyes, I can’t deny who he is or the depth of what that means.
I mean, he couldn’t take me to dinner and a movie like a normal boyfriend would. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining at all. It’s just… wow, I’m dating a rock star.
Will things always be this way? I think I fall in love with him even more as I see all the effort he’s put into this to make it seem as normal as possible.
We enter what seems to be the dining room. However, there isn’t a formal dining table. Instead, a smaller table covered with a tablecloth is set for two. The candlelight coming from the table sets the ambience for what I’m sure is to be a romantic night.
Bishop pulls my chair for me to take a seat. I sit gingerly and then gasp as I take in the menu lying on top of the place setting. My hands shake and tears prick the backs of my eyes.
How could he ever think this wouldn’t go over better than dinner and a movie out there with the world peering in on us? I brush my fingers across the menu. It’s printed on iridescent-blue cardstock. Le Saga is embossed at the center top.
I grin and look up at Bishop. He’s watching me take it all in from across the table with a smile on his lips. If I didn’t love this man before, I know I love him now.
“Le Saga?” I choke out.
“I needed to come up with a name for our little château restaurant,” he says, lifting a hand to gesture around us.
Little my left butt cheek. If I thought this place was breathtaking from the outside. I’m stunned by what I’ve seen so far on the inside.
“Do you do anything small?” I tease.
“No. And certainly not when it comes to you. You deserve nothing but the best.”
My cheeks heat and I drop my gaze back to the menu before me. To my astonishment there are multiple choices for our main course, appetizers, and dessert. As I look over the menu one of the young men from the staff comes over to fill our wineglasses and then takes our orders.