A Billionaire BWWM Romance 4: The Proposal by J A Fielding, Bwwm Romance Dot Com Page B

Sounds
perfect. I’ll make us something,” he said.
    “ You’re
the best babe,” she said before she hung up. Steven looked
around the restaurant and then stood up. He made his way to the
restaurant kitchen and dug the ring out of the soufflé.
    “ Monsieur
Davenport,” the sous chef said when he saw him fishing the ring
out. “She say no?” he asked. Steven smiled and shook his
head.
    “ I
didn’t even ask. She can’t make it,” he said. The
chef frowned as he looked at him.
    “ Ce
la vie, Monsieur Davenport. So what you do now?” he asked.
    “ I
have to ask her tonight. I can’t go another day without knowing
that I will spend the rest of my life with her,” Steven said, a
faraway look in his eyes.
    “ So
you ask in the home?” the chef asked.
    “ Actually,
I’ll go and get started right now,” he said as he wiped
the ring down on a paper towel. He looked at the chef and shrugged.
“Any pointers?” he asked. The chef smiled.
    “ Depends.
You good in kitchen?” he asked. Steven smiled and nodded. “Then
make chicken. The women, they love the chicken. Or I can give you
some duck?” he asked in a heavy French accent. Steven smiled
and nodded.
    “ I
would need a good recipe. I have never made duck before,” he
said.
    “ I
give you my best,” the chef said as he walked to one of the
working stations and pulled a recipe from the rack. He then took a
couple of duck breasts from the freezer and walked back to where
Steven was.
    “ I’ll
make sure I cover this on my way out,” Steven said as he put
the ring back in the velvet case he had in his pocket.
    “ Actually,
it's my gift to you, Monsieur Davenport,” the chef said. Steven
smiled at him and walked out. He had exactly three hours to make a
great five star dinner using a recipe he had never tried. He had no
idea if it would actually work or turn out to be disastrous. Luckily
for him, the chef gave him a simple recipe, one that only took fifty
minutes, which gave him enough time to make the dessert. After he had
made the Panasonic roasted duck breasts with raspberry sauce, he got
the leftover black forest cake from the fridge and cut out two
slices. He then put on a pair of gloves before he began making
vanilla ice cream from scratch. He remembered that Julie had always
said fresh ice cream always tasted better. By the time he was done,
he had literally recreated the restaurant’s setting. He had
just put on some smooth music when he saw car lights flashing on his
window. He touched his pocket and took a long, deep breath when he
felt the bulge in his pocket where the ring was. He never thought the
day would come when he got nervous.
    “ Hey
you,” he said when Julie walked into the kitchen.
    “ Hey.
I’m sorry about dinner,” she apologized as they hugged.
“I know work has been really crazy for the last few weeks and
that…” her words trailed off when Steven pulled away and
kissed her.
    “ Your
best friend needed you. I’m not angry,” he said. She
looked at him and forced a tired smile.
    “ Something
smells good,” she said.
    “ A
new recipe. Pan fried duck breasts with raspberry sauce,”
Steven said proudly.
    “ I
am already salivating. That sounds so delicious,” she said.
    “ Come
right this way, my love,” Steven said as he slipped an arm
around her waist and led her to the dining room where he had set the
table for two. Julie looked at him.
    “ I
thought we were dining at Amelia’s,” she said. Steven
shrugged and nodded.
    “ We
were,” he said.
    “ And
then what’s all this? And when did you even get time to do
this? I only called to cancel a few hours ago. This looks like it
took quite a lot of time out of your day,” she said as he
pulled the seat for her. Steven laughed.
    “ Contrary
to what you think, I can set any table in ten minutes flat. I can
turn a piece of wood into something a restaurant in Florence would
want to use for Will and Kate,” he bragged. Julie looked at
him.
    “ Really?”
she