Free The Billionaire Princess by Christina Tetreault Page B

service menu was extensive and it didn't take either of them long to decide on a meal. While they waited for dinner Sara selected a bottle of wine from the suite's kitchenette. The day before she called the hotel manager and arranged to have the kitchenette stocked with beverages as well as fresh fruit and bagels. Then she grabbed the bowl of grapes from the refrigerator and carried everything back into the suite's sitting area where Christopher waited.
    Now that his jacket and tie were gone, and he unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt, he looked much more relaxed but just as handsome. She liked seeing him like this. He seemed more like the person she remembered meeting when he'd roomed with Jake and a bit less like the man featured on the cover of business magazines.
    "I hope you really don't mind that we stayed in tonight." Sara placed everything on the table, then poured them each a glass of wine.
    "No complaints here."
    He smiled as he accepted the glass of wine from her and for a moment she felt more like a twelve-year-old girl meeting one of her older brother's friends than a mature woman. "Do you live in LA?" She asked the first question that came to mind. She remembered he said he was staying at his apartment in the city.
    "No. I purchased the apartment in LA for my parents to use when they come out to visit one of my sisters. She's a junior at UCLA. They refused to let me buy it for them, so I own it and they can use it whenever they want."
    His answer caught her attention. He talked a little about his family on the plane, but she never read about them in any of the articles she'd seen. "How many sisters do you have?" Sara scooted back into the corner of the sofa and drew her knees up to her chest.
    "Four sisters and they are all younger," he answered trying to sound as if it was a huge burden but the smile on his face ruined the effect. "Caroline works for me. Rachel and her husband still live in Wisconsin and have a two-year-old son. Laura is a junior at UCLA and Kristin will graduate from high school this June."
    She never would've guessed he came from such a big family. "Lucky you. I'd trade a brother for a sister for a few days. Having two older ones isn't always a breeze." Overall Dylan and Jake were great and she couldn't deny she and Jake were especially close.  However, both men could be overbearing from time to time, especially when she'd been growing up. "Don't tell either of them I said this. I love them both but they drive me nuts sometimes. I always wanted a sister growing up."
    Christopher laughed a deep rich sound. "I guess we all want what we don't have. I wanted a brother.  I had a cousin I was close to as a kid, but it wasn't the same. At least you have one now. Are you two close?"
    Sara pressed her lips together in an effort not to frown. "Not really," she admitted her voice low.
    Sara didn't miss the questioning look he gave her. "Maybe that'll change. You only met, what two years ago?"
    Before she thought better of it, Sara shook her head. "We didn't get off to a great start." Other than Jake no one else knew how much she regretted the way things started with Callie. "I didn't trust her after we all found out and I let her know it."
    Sara searched his face for any sign of his thoughts regarding her confession. Most wouldn't understand or would think less of her. Christopher's expression reflected only a willingness to listen. Something only a handful of people offered her.
    "Right before the family learned about Callie I had ended a year-long relationship with Phillip." She needed him to understand her state of mind at the time.  "I let my feelings toward him control the way I treated her."
    "That jerk from the fundraiser?"
    Sara nodded yes as Beethoven's Fur Elise erupted from her phone and there was a knock at the door.
    "Room service," a voice called out from the other side of the door.
    Without waiting for Sara to react, Christopher rose. From her spot on the sofa she watched him