Charlene Sands - The Billionaire's Daddy Test

“Why did you leave Orange County? For college?” he asked.

“No, it was before that.” The wine was fruity and smooth and loosened her tongue, but she couldn’t tell Adam the reason her mother had picked up and left their family home. She’d been careful not to share the closest things about herself to Adam, in case Anna had divulged some of their history to him. While Anna had kept the last name Burkel, Mia had legally changed her name to her mother’s maiden name, D’Angelo, as an adult. Mia was dark haired with green eyes, while her sister had been lighter in complexion and bottle blonde. She wondered if Adam would even remember much about Anna. It had been a one-night fling, and a big mistake, according to Anna. “After my mother and father got divorced, we came to live with my grandmother.”

It was close to the truth.

“I see. Where did you go to school?”

“I graduated from Santa Monica High and put myself through community college. I bet you have multiple degrees.”

“A few,” he admitted and then sipped his drink. His gaze turned to the sea.

“You’re very talented. I’m curious. Why did you decide to become an architect?”

He shrugged, deep in thought. Oh no, not another evasive answer coming on. Was he trying to figure out a way out of her question? “I guess I wanted to build something tangible, something that wouldn’t blow over in the wind.”

“Like the three little pigs. You’re the smart pig, building the house made of bricks.”

His lips twitched again and he lifted his glass to his mouth. “You do have a way of putting things. I’ve never been compared to a pig before.” He sipped his drink.

“A smart pig, don’t forget that. You build structures that are sturdy as well as beautiful.”

He nodded. “Foundation comes first. Then I layer in the beauty.”

She smiled. “I like that.”

He reached for her hand. “And I like you, Mia.” The hand covering hers was strong and gentle.

His eyes were warm, darkening to slate gray and as liquid as the sensations sprinting through her body right now. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This intense, hard-to-ignore feeling she got in the pit of her belly. She couldn’t be attracted to him. It was impossible and would ruin everything.

She slipped her hand from his and rose from her seat. “I think I’d better check on the meal.”

His chair scraped back as he stood. Always the gentleman. “Of course.”

She scurried off, mentally kicking herself. An image of Adam’s disappointed face followed her into the kitchen.

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