Tempting the Billionaire by Ginny Sterling

Author:Ginny Sterling [Sterling, Ginny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-26T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“Mother, I need to step out for a moment,” Aaron whispered quietly as he stared at the American woman with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. She was more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen before and felt like an absolute fool admiring her at his father’s wake.

Jemma Hastings from Temptations Marketing was temptation in itself. Her long brown hair looked like a waterfall and her cerulean eyes reminded him of the sea on a stormy day. She’d sneezed lightly, but instead of it sounding like an involuntary response to an allergy – it sounded like she’d whispered his online nickname.

That soft smile that quickly followed was his ultimate undoing.

She’d glanced over her shoulder deliberately and met his eyes. She had said his name! Who was she and how did she know unless… Jemma was JemC1995? Could it be? Why would her user name have a C in it instead of a H or any other letter? Could Hastings be a married name? She’d never said anything about a husband or spouse – but maybe that is why she said never to call her.

Aaron stood there for several more minutes, unsure of what to say or do. Picking up a woman at his father’s wake was in extremely poor taste – but reuniting with an old friend or turning to a friend for support, would be appropriate.

At his mother’s nod, he stepped back into the other rooms and saw she wasn’t there. Heading out the side door that was being used as an exit, he saw a limousine marked with A I 3 on the license plate drive by. That was one of his company cars… which meant that she would be easy to track down later when the funeral was all over with. Walking back inside, he rejoined his mother’s side and continued to greet neighbors and friends of the family.

When the evening finally wound to a close, he retired to his room and simply stared at the walls that had housed him for so long. His father had grown up here, his grandfather, and even his great-grandfather… so why had he fought against it for so long? Why did saying goodbye make him feel so hollow inside?

He could hear his mother weeping softly in the guest room. She couldn’t bring herself to lie next to his father like other mourning wives did. He was gone and she was mourning. His mother might be Japanese on paper, but deep down inside she was still American and in shock at the traditional burial arrangements.

“Mother? Are you alright?” he called out softly, knowing she could hear him through the paper walls of their home.

“I’m fine, Aaron.”

He got up and slid open the paper door way that separated his room from the guest bedroom of the hotel. He saw her sitting there on the bedding, her arms wrapped around her knees in her gown. Her brown hair was heavily highlighted with the gray strands of age.

“It’s okay, mother. Lay down and rest,” he urged simply, covering her up.

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