Alphas & Millionaires Starter Set (4 page)

“Yeah, just ran late. I lost my wallet,” I pouted.

“I saw Mr. Stagliano leaving the tavern right after you left. Looked as if he were up to something,” Blakely mentioned, changing the subject as we gathered in our groups for another cooking project. Today we were focusing on bases and soups.

“Really?” I asked, pretending I hadn’t noticed. I didn’t know if mentioning him to her was a big deal or not. I figured she would hound me and ask a million questions. I didn’t need to be distracted today since I was already late for class.

“Okay, so let’s start with the vegetable minestrone and tomato lavender base,” Brad proposed. We chatted for the next several hours getting our soups and bases prepared. Interning was grunt work. We had to do all the crappy jobs that the chefs didn’t feel like doing. We have to learn anyway, but I was ready to move on to more challenging tasks, start entrees, and gourmet meals. I hoped to run my own kitchen someday. Maybe my own restaurant.

Before Liam and I found out we were expecting, I worked at a local restaurant in town where I cooked, and Liam bussed. We were trying to save money to move into our own place. I would pretend that I was the executive chef and present the food in a special way with garnishes and drizzles on the plates. After having that job, I knew that was what I wanted to do. Cooking gave me a sense of accomplishment that I needed after my parents’ divorce. While they were tied up in who got what, I felt invisible most of the time.

“I’m just going to place this in the freezer, guys. Be right back,” I announced, my hands full.

I shuffled some containers around to make room in the freezer and once I was finished, aimed for the door, but noticed something shiny out of the corner of my eye.

No fucking way.

There, placed on a rack next to containers of condiments, was my Coach wallet with a note neatly folded on top. 

You left this in the cab last night. Figured you would need it. However, if you want the remainder of the contents you must meet me for dinner first. Pick you up at 8pm tomorrow night. —D.S.

Are you fucking kidding me?
He was holding my credit cards hostage
. Un-fucking-believable.
What nerve.

I grabbed my wallet and rushed out of the freezer, racing right past my group. I figured now was as good a time as any to take a break and head right to Mr. Stagliano’s office myself.

Yeah, and demand my stuff back!

…Or maybe, I just want to see that sexy smile again.

No, definitely to yell at him for how rude he is.

I took the elevator up to his office and stalked to his receptionist’s office. “I need to speak with Mr. Stagliano, Drake Stagliano, please,” I insisted.

I was determined to get my belongings back. However, I suddenly felt very nervous to see him again.

“Do you have an appointment, Miss?” his receptionist queried, surprised by my authority.

“Molly Woods,” I filled in for her. “No, I don’t, but Drake, I mean, Mr. Stagliano, has something of mine, and I want it back,” I fumed, keeping my stance. She didn’t glance up at me as she turned to her phone and dialed. After a moment, she hung up and escorted me into Drake’s office.

“He’ll be right in, Miss Woods.” The receptionist motioned for me to take a seat at his desk as she shut the door. His office was the size of my entire apartment. It looked like the ideal bachelor pad, although, I was sure he didn’t live here. It seemed ridiculous that an office should be so stunning. Televisions, chairs, couches, mini bar…

I jumped as the door opened, startled out of my wandering thoughts. Drake walked in with a huge grin on his face, displaying his perfect, white teeth. I stared at him for a moment before I realized I needed to be pissed off.

Am I pissed off? Yes! Yes, you are, dammit!

“Miss Woods, what a surprise!” He smiled as he walked toward me. His smirk totally read that, in fact, he was not surprised at all. He was wearing a black three-piece suit with a silver vest and tie.
Damn, he looks good.
He came around to his desk, sitting down nonchalantly, as if he had no idea why I would be there.
Dammit, why must he be so dreamy?

“Molly,” I reminded, hoping he’d finally get the hint. “Mr. Stagliano,” I continued, “It appears you have something of mine. I want it back.” He was still smirking at me as if something was funny.

“Miss Woods.” He turned his chair , looking directly into my eyes. “I mean,
Molly
,” he corrected. “I will graciously give you whatever you want, but not until tomorrow night.
8 p.m
.”

“And if I don’t go?”

He shrugged as if he didn’t believe my hesitation. “I guess you go without.”

Jackass.

“Fine.” I caved, sneering at him. I crossed my arms over my chest. “What should I wear?”

“A cocktail dress will suffice,” he answered sternly. “8 p.m. Don’t keep me waiting.” He rose from his chair to usher me to the door.

I failed to stand up when he did because I was shocked at his blunt, bossy words. Instead of ushering me out the door, he sat casually on the corner of his desk staring at me.

“Why dinner?”

“You stated we didn’t know each other, Molly. I want to change that,” he said, again looking directly into my eyes.

“All right then, Mr. Stagliano.” I gave in. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow night then.” We both stood up, intending to walk toward the door. Drake gently placed his hand around my waist, guiding me through the door. The bottom of my shirt crept up slightly from his hand. I trembled as his warm hand met my bare skin.

“Until tomorrow night, Molly,” he whispered into my ear as I was leaving. I shivered as his lips brushed close to me and I could feel his warm breath against my neck.

“So who’s the lucky guy?” Michael grinned as he watched me get dressed.

“I’d rather not say,” I replied, ashamed.

“Oh my God…” He enunciated each word out slowly. “Don’t tell me…
Drake
?” Michael inched closer to examine my dress. I rolled my eyes at him and he definitely knew. “Drake. Drake Stagliano?”

“Yes. He’s making me have dinner with him in order to retrieve the contents of my wallet.
Bastard
,” I replied as I put on my heels and grabbed some earrings. If I was going to be forced to eat dinner with this man, he may as well be tortured by looking at me, knowing he can’t have me.

“Genius.” He laughed. “He must have it bad.” He raised his brows at me. Too bad I wasn’t looking for anything. Not even something casual.
Or was I?
Perhaps I have just told myself enough times over the years that I’ve started to believe it.

“Yeah, well, it’s the first and last time. I need to focus on passing my internship, graduating, and getting a job,” I retorted, grabbing my coat and purse.
7:50 p.m. He’ll be here any minute now. Shit.

“Here let me help,” Michael said, taking my coat. He pecked me on the cheek and slapped my ass. “Go get ’em, girl!”

My anxiety took over as I rode the elevator down to the lobby, fidgeting with my keys until I saw a limo pull up outside my building.
Shit, a limo?
I watched as the driver came around and opened the door for Drake. He re-buttoned his suit and walked to the entrance. I stood there waiting, both dreading and anxious to go through with this date.

“Molly? I was planning to fetch you at your apartment,” Drake said as he approached me, never taking his eyes off me.

Damn, those eyes were captivating.

“Well, then I guess I saved you a trip, Mr. Stagliano.” I grinned, knowing exactly what he meant.
This is not a date. I do not need to be ‘fetched.’

“Such a delight.” He smirked, opening his arm up for me. “And please, you can call me Drake.”

I could hear his amusement in the whole situation. I would’ve never agreed to dinner had he not held my things captive. He escorted me to the limo while his driver opened the door for us. I got in and immediately went to the far side, hoping to keep a safe distance between us.

“Would you like some champagne?”

I shouldn’t be drinking around him, but what the hell. “
Yes, please. “Where are we going?”

“My place,” he said firmly, letting me know it was not an open discussion. He turned away to fill my glass. “I have something special set up for you.” He smiled as he turned to look back at me.
Great.
Something special?
I felt like I had missed the memo.
And why did this require a cocktail dress?

We arrived at his River North Penthouse and although the limo ride wasn’t completely awkward, the whole situation was a little bizarre. I hadn’t been on a date in years, but taking me to his place right away? That seemed weird. His home wasn’t anything like I expected. Drake is intimidating and powerful, but his home felt warm and comfortable. He offered me a tour after taking my coat, and I was too curious not to accept the offer.

Wow, this man did have a warm side.

He showed me through the foyer into the sleek, elegant kitchen. It was definitely suitable for a one-person home and was not what I had expected. It was large, yet it had a warm, inviting feeling to it. The refrigerator blended in with the shiny, red cabinets with thin, silver handles. It was definitely top-notch. I was almost afraid to touch anything. The dark lower cabinets blended well with the cherry wood flooring and the center island. There was a small, white breakfast bar with four white, contemporary chairs. I was especially jealous of the double ovens in the middle of the red cabinets.

This was definitely a kitchen I would die to have.

Drake watched my expression as I took in the phenomenal view. He knew this kitchen would excite the chef intern in me.

“This is beautiful,” I remarked as I caught him watching me, waiting for me to say something.
More like breathtaking.

Just like him.

“I knew you’d appreciate it.” He smiled as he took my hand to continue the tour. An open floor plan went directly from the kitchen to the dining area to the living room. It was warm, inviting, and elegant. The gray walls blended well from room to room, allowing the Chicago view in through the windows. I noticed a large painting by the living room table that accented the room perfectly.

“Your home is amazing. It’s beautiful. Especially this view,” I gushed as I walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Wow, I could stare at this all day—the view, of course.

“I’m glad you approve.” He smiled as he walked toward me and held out his hand for mine. “What I have planned for us this evening is up those stairs,” he said, motioning to the other side of the kitchen where a slender, modern staircase led up to the next floor.

Upstairs?
My brows raised.
I don’t think so.

I shot him a suspicious look, but reluctantly took his hand in mine. We walked up to the next floor and went through a door. A beautiful side balcony overlooked the Chicago Skyline. Above us were stars shining down and the reflection of the city lights. It was the most peaceful and serene view I’ve ever seen.

He had arranged a romantic dinner setting for two. Although I felt awkward being here with him, the view made it worthwhile. In the corner, a stone fireplace was already lit, and the noise of the crackling fire made me feel at ease.

A waiter arrived minutes later, bringing our dinner. Drake approached me from behind with two glasses, “More champagne?”

“Please.” I took the glass from his hand, his eyes never leaving mine.

God, he had beautiful eyes.

He grabbed my empty hand and led me to the table. He pulled my chair out for me, and as I took a seat, I realized our eyes never strayed from each other. It was as if we were the only people in the world and nothing else mattered in that very moment.
I could stare at him all day.

“Are you nervous?” Drake asked as he caught me rubbing my ear.  

“A little.” I shrugged. “Nervous habit,” I replied, fully aware of my own nervous tick.  He looked so calm, which made me even more nervous considering I hardly knew this man. I wanted to think of something to say, to instigate a conversation, but all I could think about was his beautiful lips. And eyes.
Damn those eyes.

“This looks delicious.” I smiled politely as our meal was being served to us. He accidentally grazed my hand as he was reaching for his glass. The slightest touch of him and I could feel butterflies and goose bumps. It was an innocent touch, but in that moment, I finally realized I could have feelings for someone besides Liam. I’m not ready for this.
Am I?
The realization that I could have feelings for anyone other than Stella’s father made me think I might be ready to move on.

But could I accept that, emotionally?

Dinner was excellent. We managed to make light conversation with him asking me simple questions about school and my internship. I wasn’t sure if I should ask him any questions, although I was getting more and more anxious to know this man better.

He stared at me as if he were looking right inside me, as if I were transparent. I was starting to see another side to this man—perhaps a man I could really like. He was kind, sweet, responsive to my answers, and seemed to have a keen interest in me. It was overwhelming. I barely knew this man, yet I was ready to dig my teeth into him.

The waiter returned promptly as we finished dinner and returned with dessert. We were served red velvet cheesecake and it was amazing. He watched me enjoy every single bite.

Why does he keep staring?

“Your enjoyment of food is extremely arousing.” He cocked a grin, making my insides tremble.

“I know amazing food when I taste it,” I said, smiling in between bites. This was too good not to enjoy.

Even when he stares at me like that.

He bit his lower lip and it almost sent me over the edge. I haven’t had a serious relationship or even a date in years, but this man—in this moment—was making me forget all of that.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked, noticing he hadn’t touched his dessert yet.

“I’m enjoying watching you, at the moment.” He smirked, making me feel self-conscious.

Please just eat and stop looking at me.

“Well…if you aren’t going to eat it, I will,” I replied playfully. I was a girl who enjoyed eating, especially dessert.

He chuckled in amusement and finally dug into his cheesecake. I then decided I could watch that man eat all day long. He acted with such grace, yet he remained powerful.

“So tell me, Drake…” I slowed my words as I prepared myself for what I was about to say. “Why was it so important to have dinner with me tonight?” I really did want to know, and I needed to keep the conversation going before I started to undress him with my eyes.

“Well, to be honest, I saw you across the room at your internship orientation dinner. You wore a dark red, V-neck dress with black strappy heels and you had your hair down in waves that just brushed your shoulders. You were holding a drink, talking to some other people, and in that moment, you looked so beautiful and happy. I knew right then that I needed to know you. Your smile… and your lips…” he responded seductively. I swallowed hard at his honesty.

“Why didn’t you approach me that night, then?” I asked curiously.

“Because I didn’t want to make it public knowledge,” he responded quickly, as if he’d already been prepared for that question. “But I couldn’t stop watching you.”

“Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”

He smiled as if he knew his exact answer. “Get to know you.”

“Did you ever consider that maybe I didn’t want you to know me?”

“I was hoping my wit and charm would make you feel differently.”

“That doesn’t mean I trust you.”

“Fair point. What is it that you don’t trust about me?” he asked, though I’m sure he knew.

“For starters, you have a reputation. And not a good one,” I said bravely, hoping he didn’t ask me to explain.

“Really? Enlighten me. What’s my reputation?” His brows narrowed at the accusation.

“Well, that you’re a ladies’ man. You juggle several women at once. You charm them, make them fall in love with you, and dump them,” I replied, embarrassed, but I had to say it.

He laughed at my honesty and shook his head. “Don’t believe everything you hear. I don’t juggle women...I date them. Unless an agreement has been reached regarding monogamy, I don’t owe anyone anything. Most women just get what they want from me and bail,” he replied. I was shocked.
They bail?

“Well, I’m sorry. I had you pegged wrong. It must be hard,” I said sincerely, slightly mortified at prejudging him.

“What must be hard?” he asked, intrigued.

“Women using you and bailing—not knowing if they are with you for the right reasons.”

He shrugged as if he didn’t want to continue the conversation. Perhaps he had been hurt too many times, or he just didn’t want to talk about it. However, this side of him I really liked.
Could he really be this guy
? Sweet, charming, and sensitive?
Was I being naïve?

The waiter returned once again to clear our table and refilled our glasses with champagne. I had enjoyed three glasses already and was starting to feel a little bolder and more relaxed. I wanted to get to know Drake, but felt scared at how quickly things were progressing. Before dinner, I was determined to get this over with and move on, but now I wasn’t sure I wanted it to end.

“Walk with me?” he asked, reaching for my hand.

“Sure.” I placed my hand in his and stood up to follow him.

He led me to the edge of the balcony where the Chicago view lay right before us. It was exquisite. I could get lost gazing at it, especially beside Drake. He was making light conversation with me and I found myself smiling back at him.

Suddenly, I felt the urge to bail. I couldn’t manage my feelings with him being near me. This was all too much.

He was trying so hard to make me feel comfortable. He led me to the other side of the balcony where the fireplace was, urging me to sit down. I brought the glass to my lips, trying to buy myself an extra moment to think. I was arguing with myself on wanting him and wanting to run.

I needed to break the tension in my head. “I’m sure this is all sorts of rule breaking, wouldn’t you say?”

“You’re probably right. Are you a ‘by-the-book’ type of person?” he questioned sardonically.

“When it comes to getting kicked out of an internship program I’ve worked my ass off to get, then yes, I guess I probably am.” I took another drink, needing to relax myself.

We sat there in silence for a few moments, watching the fire crackle and enjoying the crisp breeze. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to break the tension.