Millionaire's Secret Love

Chapter Three

Once he heard the front door slam behind her, he sat back down and released a breath he had not realised he had been holding in. Elizabeth had a peculiar effect on him, he thought. Whenever she was near, he always felt sort of uneasy. Over the years, he had thought wondered why, but that night in Jamaica as she had dressed his wound, he had had a realisation. He was hot for miss cool and collected.

“Ms Wilson seems like a nice young lady,” Margaret said as she came to clean away the tea things.

George nodded and helped her place the cups on the tray. “Yes. she had a certain quality,” he admitted.

Margaret stopped in mid-task and stared at him. “Do I detect a soft spot for the young lady?”

Excitement stirred in the pit of his stomach and he rubbed it with a close fist. “Maybe, just a tad,” he responded. “It’s a shame she hates my guts.”

His housekeeper resumed her task. When the tray was full up, she gave him a reassuring smile. “Which young lady in their right mind won’t recognize you’re a good catch, if only I was twenty years younger,” a wistful smile played on her wrinkled face.

A smile creased his face. “You flatter me,” he said. “Let me help you with that.” He took up the tray and Margaret stood to the side and let him pass.

“If she realized you were a good boy, I’m sure she would change her mind.”

George shook his head. “Only you would call me a boy.”

“In my eyes, you’ll still be that boy who visited his grandfather and kept him happy,” she said, her voice wobbling.

George threw her a smile over his shoulder. Margaret was his grandfather’s lady friend, when he was alive. When his papa had died, Margaret had been alone, and with no family, the Douglass’s had taken her in. Since then, she had been a part of the family.

When she had agreed to move in, she had been with the family all the time, and when Christine had her accident, she had taken it upon herself to be the housekeeper, preferring to work and earn a living rather than live off the family.

He had a lot of respect for Margaret, not only because she was the woman his pap loved, but because she wanted to be independent even as she became older.

Once he had delivered the tea things to the kitchen, he helped her place them in the dishwasher.

 “George, you don’t have to do that,” she rebuked when she followed him.

He paused in his task. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to.”

When she left, he quickly finished the job, but all the time he was thinking of Elizabeth. It had taken him three months to apologise to her. Obtaining her as Christine’s nurse would give him the chance to be closer to her. Maybe, even change her mind about him.

A smile played on his lips as he imagined the possibilities of being so close with her.

Just as he finished his task, his phone rang.

 Yanking the phone from his pocket, he checked the caller ID, then shoved the phone back in his pocket and sighed. He was too optimistic; he needed to end the problem which had got him injured in Jamaica before he could think of having anything with Elizabeth.

The idea that she could find someone before he sorted out his problem crossed his mind, but he dismissed it.

She was his, he told himself, he did not care if she found someone else, whoever it was would have to move aside he already called dibs on her, she just did not know it yet.  George wondered what she would say if she knew he wanted to do more that banter with her. He wanted all of Miss Elizabeth Wilson and he had every intention of getting her.

            First things first though, he had to call Ross and tell him that Elizabeth would be working for his family. Once he said it, he knew Ross would get rid of any doubts she may be having about taking the job. When she accepted the job, then he could take his time to persuade her that she belonged with him. He was not sure how he was going to convince her, but he would.