Chapter 33 - Delivery

I was watching a movie and eating vanilla coated potato chips when the doorbell rang. I checked for the time.

[7:00 pm]

I went for the door and pressed the intercom button, and the concierge lady's face appeared on the screen.

"Miss Lee, White Heaven restaurant is here to deliver your food."

I tilted my head to the side and stared at the pretty lady on the monitor, prying if she was joking with me. "White Heaven? I didn't order anything."

She smiled. "It's from Mr. Cain Fay." Adoration crossed her face, and envy coated her voice as she mentioned the name.

Cain Fay? Why would he deliver me food?

I opened the door and was greeted by a couple of people with white aprons and logo of White Heaven restaurant. I was about to reject them when they shoved the carts of food inside my unit without my consent, leaving me at a loss for words.

After they set the food on my dining table, they all bowed. "Enjoy your meal." After that, like soldiers, marched out as fast as they came.

The concierge lady beamed at me before closing the door as she left.

For a time, I looked at the food with a vacant expression. It was a complete set, from appetizer down to dessert. The main course even had a bowl of rice.

The aroma was heavenly, and my stomach grumbled as I wiped the drool from my lips. But I was jolted awake from my heavenly state with a ring of my phone.

I checked the caller, but the number was unfamiliar. Thinking it was probably Zhane again, I answered.

"Hello?"

A deep, somewhat husky voice resounded. "Did you like the food––"

Beep

Without thinking, I ended the call and stared hard at my phone.

I must be hearing things, why is Cain Fay calling me?

After seconds, the phone rang again. Seeing it was from the same number, I swallowed and held my breath. I pressed the answer button, and a deep melodious voice echoed. Reminding me of a sound of a mournful flute in a moonless night.

"Did you just . . . hang up on me?" Cain chuckled.

"N-no . . . No. T-the . . . the signal is bad," I stuttered.

How can this man's voice be so damn sexy?

". . ."

". . ."

"Did you like the food?" he asked, voice cutting the silence.

". . . I . . . I was about to eat when you called. T-thank you . . . f-for the food."

". . . My pleasure . . ."

It was almost a whisper. Like his voice was caressing me. My spine twinge, and unknowingly, I flinched. I tightened my hold on the phone, afraid I might drop it at any moment.

There was silence again. For a time, we only heard the slow breathing of each other. I could almost feel his breath like he was just inches away from me.

My body flared.

Sensing I wasn't about to speak anytime soon, he said, "The contract is finished. I e-mailed it to you. You can review it, and tomorrow at eight in the morning, I'll pick you up. We can discuss the contract over breakfast."

"Wha––" I wanted to protest, but he interjected.

"I won't hold you. Enjoy your dinner. Goodnight."

"Wait! I don't want to––"

Tut . . . Tut . . .

I was going to reject his offer, but the line was already cut.

I stared at my phone, contemplating whether to call him back.

It's just a contract signing, and Zhane will be there. Besides, he bought you food.

I didn't give it much thought that he bought me food from a five-star Michelin restaurant, or what he did to convince the said restaurant to deliver the food here. It was really hard to make reservations at that place, much less order a full course take out.

Thinking it was some sort of payment for agreeing to be his consultant, I shrugged the matter off my head.

I saved his number.

[TheArcticEmperor]

I downloaded the contract, planning of reading it later. I was not even surprised that he knew my private e-mail and number. And I also wouldn't be surprised if he already knew where I live.

I really have to extort Zhane when I see him next time!

I called the reception, informing them that I would expect Cain Fay tomorrow. I have to notify them if I was expecting someone. If I don't, I'm afraid that Cain Fay wouldn't be able to step foot even in the lobby. The security of this place was over the top –– one of the reasons why I love it.

Come to think of it, how did the White Heaven restaurant come here without my approval?

After the receptionist acknowledged, I hopped in the dining table and gulped all the meals, dismissing any lingering questions in my mind.