The Billionaire From Chicago: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (United States Of Billionaires Book 6)

by Simply BWWM

  “Well, there was a guy in our group who was kind of egotistical, and he thought he was a little better than everyone else. I guess I should ask you if you know who Bev Doolittle is. Do you?” He turned to glance at her.

  She shook her head. “No, I don’t know who she is. Is she a friend of yours?”

  Connor laughed again. “No, but she might be, if she knew this story. Bev is an artist. She was really popular a while back. She did watercolor paintings of Native Americans and animals and mountains and prairies, and almost all of her paintings were in different shades of browns and white.

  “She would create these camouflage pictures of, for example, the side of a mountain, and at first glance, you would see trees and rocks and snow, a creek or waterfall maybe, sometimes a teepee, but when you looked closer, you would see faces of Native Americans and different animals hidden in the pictures; everything from rabbits to wild horses. It was all American frontier scenery. Sometimes the hidden people or animals were obvious, and sometimes you had to study them and look to find everything she had hidden in the picture.”

  Catalina laughed a little. “That sounds fun, but more like a brain game or something for 100kids,” she said lightly, her eyes steady on him, enjoying watching him drive and talk.

  “Oh, I’m sure kids enjoyed them, but they hit the art scene and interest in them from adults caught on like wildfire. Everyone loved Bev Doolittle. She did other pieces that were in multiple colors, but for a while, the bulk of it was done in browns and white. Anyway, so Scott had been going on and on about her work for weeks and he finally bought a print of one of her pieces. Now, keep in mind, this is just a print, it’s not an actual original.” He laughed and shook his head as the memories came back to him.

  “He got the print matted and framed and he hung it up in the condo he’d bought. He put up track lighting on the ceiling so he could shine the lights down on the print, and he wouldn’t let anyone come over until he had the whole thing set up, and then he threw a big party one Friday night so that everyone could come and bask in the glory of his new Bev Doolittle print.” He laughed again, and she could tell that the story was about to get good.

  “We all went, because obnoxious as he was, we were all friends. He stood there in front of that print with a wooden pointer that had a rubber tip on it, and he showed us where each of the hidden people or animals were, and a couple of our friends tried to point some out on their own, but he got so upset and shushed them, telling them not to say anything during his presentation, so we all had to stand there and watch him point out a couple of dozen animals, faces, and people in his print.

  “We were all so fed up with it by the end of the night. He wouldn’t let anyone touch the glass over the print, he insisted that anyone who looked at it after he got done showing us each thing, only use the wooden pointer that he had.” He bit his lip and chuckled.

  “So what happened?” she asked, watching him and knowing that there was more to the story. She loved the personal insight into his life; especially into his college days, which weren’t that far behind him.

  “Well, at the time, he was working as a ski instructor, and he had the party on Friday night, and then he had to leave for the weekend to go to the mountains to teach skiing. Luckily, his girlfriend was just as fed up with his Bev Doolittle obsession as the rest of us were, and she was only too glad to give me the keys to his place when I asked for them.

  “I promised her it wouldn’t be bad, but I did tell her I was pretty sure I could cure him of his elitist art snob attitude. So I went to his condo on Saturday after he left, and I took the Bev Doolittle print down and wrapped it up in an old blanket and slid it underneath his bed.

  “Then I took a Where’s Waldo card and wrote a simple little note in it. ‘Where’s Bev? Love, Waldo’, and I hung the card up on the wall where the print had been, right there under the track lighting.” He was belly laughing at that point, and Catalina loved it. She was laughing right along with him.

  “Oh no! That’s a terrible thing to do! What happened?” she asked in wicked delight.

  He shrugged a little. “Well, he came back from his skiing weekend on Sunday and found Waldo on the wall and lost it. I’ve never heard him so mad. He was ready to call the police and file a report, he was sure his print had been stolen. He called me up, and several of our other friends, and was just sure he’d been robbed.

  “It was so hard to keep a straight face while he was so angry. We tried to tell him that it wasn’t worth calling the police over because it was just a print, not an original, and you’d have thought we’d just shot a puppy. He was so appalled with us. One of our friends started calling it The Precious, after the ring in Tolkien’s stories.

  “Anyway, none of us said anything and he finally found the picture, though it took him two days. He didn’t speak to us for a couple of weeks after that, but he also didn’t go on and on about Bev anymore either, so it worked out well.”

  She laughed with him and shook her head. “I can’t believe you did something like that!” she scolded him in a joking way.

  He shrugged. “Well, I wasn’t always a college professor. There were younger, wilder days, you know.”

  She nodded and turned herself back around, stretching her legs out before her. It had gotten warm in the car and she maneuvered to peel her coat off, revealing the form-fitting sweater dress she was wearing. It was a light lavender cashmere that made no secret of the shapes it covered, but at the same time, offered no direct view of her skin, except where the hem laid just above her knees. She knew that it looked good on her, and she had chosen it specifically for the trip, though she felt a little guilty about it, but not enough to leave the sweater dress at home.

  Connor glanced over at her as she arched her back, pulling her coat off, and he sucked in his breath quietly as his eyes drifted to the soft material hugging her breasts and her legs. He turned his head sharply and looked out of the front windshield, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands. It was too late though, tightness and heat pulled at his stomach and his groin, and he looked out of the driver’s side window trying to focus on anything that might get her body off of his mind.

  He was quiet, trying to concentrate on the road when she turned to look at him, her eyes seeming to pick up a hint of the lavender color she was wearing. “You might have been mischievous back in your college days, but I think you’ve settled down since then,” she said with a smile at him.

  She wondered why he looked so uncomfortable and she offered to turn the heat down in the car. He nodded and pulled his own coat off, making her hold her breath and bite down on her lower lip as she saw the collared sweater that he was wearing; it clung to his solid torso like a lover. She let her eyes travel along the lines of his chest, shoulders, and arms before turning her face away from him and trying to still the butterflies that danced in her stomach.

  He gave a half-smile. “Well, I wouldn’t call it mischievous; I think that’s being a bit generous. It was more like scandalous, but at least I graduated with enough credibility that I was able to work for a while in the field and then go back and teach what I had learned.”

  She nodded. “I’m glad you did. I’ve learned so much from you, and I learn more every time you start talking about photojournalism, so it’s good that you did what you did, because it’s enabling me to do what I do.”

  He shrugged. “You could have learned all of it from another photojournalism teacher if I hadn’t been there.”

  She shook her head. “No, I learned a lot more than just technique from you, Connor. I’ve had the opportunity to meet a lot of other photojournalists over my time in school, and there isn’t anyone else I would rather have had teaching me, than you. You’re the best, plus you’re my favorite teacher and my advisor, so I’m glad and grateful that you did what you did to get where you are.”

  He felt his cheeks warm slightly and he turned toward her for a moment, smiling. “That’s really sweet, Cat, thank you.” He spoke sof
tly, using the nickname that her friends called her. It was rare that he used it, in fact, he only used it in moments of closeness between the two of them, which had become increasingly often.

  She smiled and looked back out of the window, and then frowned and blinked. “Oh my gosh, is that snow?” she asked, looking at the countless flurry of white specks around the outside of the car. The flakes had seemed to come out of nowhere, and what was nothing more than a cloudy sky had suddenly and almost instantly become a thick cloud of snowflakes all around them.

  He sat up straight in his seat and looked out around them carefully. “Yeah, that’s a snowstorm. I checked the weather. The weatherman said there was a twenty percent chance of light snowfall.”

  “Twenty percent?” she asked skeptically as she stared at the flakes that were getting fatter and heavier all around them.

  “Well, you know… weathermen are paid whether they are right or not. He could have said any number and we’d still be driving through this.” He pursed his lips and peered at the thickening flurries around them. “I’m sure we’ll just pass through it.” He dropped his speed down a little for safety.

  They drove on through the snow which only got heavier, coating the road and hiding the landscape around them. Connor had to drive slower and slower, and by the time they reached the hotel, they were exhausted. The roads had been closed behind them, and it seemed impossible that they had made it as far as they had.

  The hotel was enormous; five floors and designed with a luxurious style. It was ideal for the political event taking place in the city, especially for hosting the banquet at the end of the run of the event.

  Connor and Catalina moved carefully through the throng of people who filled the lobby, and stood in line at the front desk. Connor looked at Catalina in surprise and leaned toward her, whispering, “I didn’t realize it was going to be quite this busy here. I mean, I knew they’d probably be full, but this is incredible!”

  She looked around them and agreed. “I’ve never been in a busier hotel.” After a fifteen minute wait, they finally made it to the front desk to check in, and the harried desk clerk gave them a tired smile.

  “Welcome!” he told them politely. “How may I help you?”

  “We’re here to check in. Connor James and Catalina Marshall,” Connor said with a sympathetic smile for the man who was helping them.

  The clerk turned toward the computer screen and tapped away at his keyboard for a moment. Then he looked back at them with his weary smile. “Your room is ready for you. It’s on the main floor here, just through that hallway at the end of the foyer. It’s right by the pool and courtyard.”

  Connor nodded. “Great! That sounds good. Where is Catalina’s room?”

  The man frowned slightly. “We have you both in one room. I see that you were down originally for two rooms, but due to the storm and the road closures, we’ve had to consolidate as much as we can to accommodate as many people as possible. These reservations were made together at the same time with the same credit card, so they have been combined into one reservation.”

  Connor felt his heart launch into his throat. There was no way he could share a room with Catalina, for so many reasons.

  “That won’t work for us. We’re definitely going to need two rooms.”

  The desk clerk sighed and shook his head. “I’m sorry, sir, but it’s just not possible. Every room in the hotel has been consolidated to make room for people who have been stranded by the storm. There’s just no way to offer you another room. They are all taken.

  “Your only option is that you would both be staying in the room down the hall on this level. All of the hotels in town have had to do the same thing; with the political event and the weather, every place is booked as all the hotels try to accommodate everyone,” he told Connor apologetically.

  Connor tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he turned slowly to look at Catalina. He looked into her eyes and felt everything in him tighten, including his throat as he tried to speak.

  “What do you want to do? It’s totally up to you,” he said in a strained voice.

  She heard everything the clerk said, and the whole time he spoke about them staying in the same room, her heart pounded in her chest and she felt heat flowing all through her. She was going to have to stay with him in his room. There was a feeling of awkwardness in her that was trumped only by her nervousness and both of those feelings were bound up in intrigue and curiosity.

  “It’s fine with me.” She shrugged. “We don’t really have a choice, do we?” she asked, without really making it a question.

  The clerk pursed his lips and shook his head. “You really don’t. I’m very sorry about that,” he said with a disappointed look on his face. “I can give you two free meals each as a form of compensation, if that would be alright.”

  Connor sighed and turned back to the clerk, wondering how in the world he was going to manage sharing a room with Catalina for four days. “It’s going to have to be.” He handed his card to the clerk.

  They finished checking in and walked to their room. Neither of them said a word about it, and both of them were thinking about the experience they were headed for with every step forward that they took.

  When they entered their room, Connor groaned as he looked around and saw that there was only one bed. Catalina’s mouth fell open as she stared at it. There was no way that would work for them.

  Connor went straight to the phone and called the front desk. The phone at the desk rang several times before the clerk picked it up.

  “This is Connor James. We just checked in and you had us consolidated down to one room from two. We’ve just gotten into our room and I see that there is a single bed in here. We are going to need a room with two beds.” He said it seriously, his brow furrowed and his hand over his eyes as he sat in the chair at the desk.

  He was quiet a moment and Catalina watched and listened to him.

  “Well, can’t you switch us with someone else who has two beds but might only need one?” he pleaded insistently.

  More silence, and Connor leaned back in the chair and looked at the ceiling as his hand dropped heavily on the desk in frustration.

  “Listen, there has to be something that you can do. We booked two rooms and you put us into one room, the very least you could do is make sure that we have two beds! This just isn’t going to work with one bed!” His voice grew sharp.

  Catalina turned away from him and looked at the rest of the room. It was an exceptionally nice room, with a large well-appointed bathroom, a small kitchenette area with a sink, refrigerator, and microwave, and the office area featured a desk, chair, and lamp.

  Then there was the bed. It was a queen sized bed, so there was room for two people, but not much room. It would be very close quarters indeed for them if they were to remain in the room.

  “Well, please check, and if anyone is able to change with us, please call me right away.” He sighed in frustration as he hung up the phone and stared at it for a long moment. He turned toward her slowly and looked up at her.

  “There’s no other room that they can give us in exchange for this one. We are both going to have to be here, unless they can find someone who is willing to exchange, and the guy at the desk said he’s fairly certain that won’t happen.” He shook his head and sighed deeply.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know this would happen,” he spoke quietly as he looked at her.

  She shrugged, trying to keep everything light between them. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just the storm. We’d have been in our own rooms if it wasn’t for that.” She walked over and sat on the end of the bed.

  “We’ll be okay. We’re two adults. This is no big deal. We share the bed. The worst that could happen is that I might steal the covers.” She gave him a light smile, though she didn’t really feel it was going to be as easy and nonchalant as she tried to make it sound.

  He shook his head and looked away from her, sitting there in her lavender sweater dr
ess, making everything in him warm. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

  She shook her head. “Don’t be silly. We’ll both sleep in the bed. There’s no need for it to be any other way. I was kidding about the covers.” She gave him a hesitant smile.

  He grinned back at her. It was shaping up to be a long and difficult four days, and it had only just begun.

  They both unpacked and Connor turned the television on for some background noise. It had been a long and harrowing drive to get to the hotel, and Connor was worn out. They went to dinner together in the hotel restaurant, and talked about the work that they would be doing over the days to come.

  Connor gave Catalina the bathroom first to get ready for bed, and when she emerged, he was not in the room. He came in much later, after she was in bed, though she wasn’t asleep. She heard him brush his teeth and get ready for bed, and she stared at the curtain over the window in silence, her back facing him as he turned off the bathroom light and climbed into the bed. She knew by the feel of the mattress and blankets that he was as far from her as he could possibly be.