The Billionaire's Mistaken Match ( A BWWM Romance) by Izabella Brooks

own. He fell, sweaty and glistening, on her chest, burying his face in her breasts. Neither of them spoke for some time afterwards, both too busy trying to catch their breath.
                  “I think some more wine is in order,” Reid offered. Paloma agreed and he called down to the front to have it delivered up to them.
    Paloma yawned, tired and sated from the wonderful sex they had just had. Reid grabbed a robe from the bathroom and went to get the wine at the door, leaving Paloma alone for only a moment.
                  She looked at the room around her, the high, elegant ceilings and the wall to wall window. Idly, she wondered what the room cost per night, but tried to push that idea out of her head. She wasn’t here for his money. This wasn’t Pretty Woman ; she wasn’t a hooker playing house. She genuinely liked Reid very much. When he returned with the wine and two glasses, he poured them each one and crawled back into the bed. Paloma could see that he was tired as well. She was at a loss for words. She set her glass aside and excused herself to the restroom. When she returned, still trying to sort out the evening, she found Reid asleep in the bed. Debating on what to do, she decided to throw caution to the wind and crawled in beside him. She would sort out everything in the morning. For now she just wanted to sleep. She curled up to Reid’s warm body and fell asleep almost instantly.

Chapter 11
     
                  She woke up alone. Her mind cursed her, knowing last night had been too good to be true. Looking around for her clothes, she spotted her panties on the floor and pulled them on. Just as she was about to go to the main room and get her dress, the door opened and Reid appeared, carrying her dress and a tray. He had put on his pants and draped his shirt over his shoulders, leaving it unbuttoned and showing off his sculpted chest. 
    “Oh good, you are awake. I had hoped to be prepared before you woke up, but this is just as good. How did you sleep?”
                  Confused, Paloma looked at him, then took her dress from him slowly. “I slept very well, thank you,” she finally managed. Reid pulled a small table over to the bed and set down the tray. He helped her zip her dress and pulled a couple of chairs over as well.  “What’s all this?”
                  “I was hungry. I figured you would be too, but I wasn’t sure what you wanted. I tried to think of the food that would be the most magical, but I can’t think like you, so I just got a couple of everything,” he said, lifting the lid off with a flourish. The tray was swamped with food. Eggs, bacon, sausage, a number of cheeses, French toast, pancakes, waffles, and fruit of all sorts spilled from the tray. “Surely we can put together a decent breakfast with this?”
                  “There is certainly enough, yes.” She laughed, grabbing at a piece of bacon. She was thrilled that nothing seemed awkward this morning. Finding Reid just as open and considerate as he had been the night before really calmed her nerves. She was worried that this would be a one-night stand. Slowly the realization that it wasn’t make a smile crawl across her face.              
                  “Why are you smiling?”
                  “I’m just having a great time. I didn’t think it would be like this at all. Kit isn’t going to believe this.  Oh shit! I have to call Kit. She probably thinks I’ve been kidnapped or something!” Paloma jumped up from the bed, nearly toppling the tray.
           Reid steadied it as he watched her look around the room, then leave, on a search for, presumably, her bag. She came back in with her phone in hand. “Sure enough, there are only about fifteen messages. Oh, I’m in such big trouble.”
                  “Friend of yours, I take it?”
    Paloma nodded, putting the phone to her ear.