Memo: The Billionaire's Proposal. Melissa Mcclone
guy must have hurt her bad. Her sister, too.
Drake grimaced.
Chaney might be a romantic, but she was a wounded one who needed to learn how to have fun again. That was why she reacted the way she had to his overtures.
All he had to do was figure out how to show her she needed some fun. She needed him.
Not an impossible task.
He’d done it before, with companies he’d purchased, by showing them he had something they needed. He would do the same thing with Chaney. A win-win situation for both of them.
And he knew exactly where to start. Drake picked up the telephone and pressed the button for the staff line.
“Good evening, Mr. Llewelyn,” a propersounding male voice said. “What may I do for you?”
“Please deliver a large bouquet of flowers to Miss Sullivan’s room tomorrow. In the morning, if possible.”
“Roses?”
“No,” Drake answered quickly. She would take roses the wrong way and rightfully so. “A mixed bouquet will be fine.”
“What would you like written on the card, sir?”
He thought for a moment. “’Friends’ with a question mark.”
The man repeated the phrase.
“That’s correct.”
“I’ll take care of this straight away, sir.”
“Thank you.” Drake hung up the phone.
Friends would be the perfect place to start with Chaney. Friends could have lots of fun together.
Staring at the armor she’d neatly put away for him, he smiled.
And if things worked out the way he planned, he and Chaney would be more than friends very, very soon.
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