For You I Do

by Angie Daniels

  She was barely six when her father first started bringing her over to the hotel. Like all his children, she started cleaning guestrooms and when she turned fifteen she was working at the front desk. By the time she had graduated from high school, there was nothing that Bianca wanted more than to work for the corporation. She had a vision and knew what it took to put the hotel chain on the map. Beaumont Hotels were now rated among the top twenty best hotels in the country. She would like to think that she was partly responsible for making that happen.

  It was close to lunchtime when Bianca put her pen down and stretched her arms above her head. Despite her racing thoughts, she’d had a productive morning. Full-color advertisements were scheduled to run in all the leading travel magazines as well in Ebony and Essence magazines, in hopes of promoting the Beaumont Hotel as the top African-American hotel chain in the country. Bianca loved working at the corporate office, along with her brothers, Jabarie and Jace. Her father dropped in once a week to see how the corporation was being run. He’d retired officially three years ago and spent most of his time on the golf course.

  Reaching inside her small designer purse, Bianca removed a stick of gum and stuck it in her mouth. As she reached for her favorite ballpoint pen, she glanced outside her office door and her hand stilled. London had gotten off the elevator and was heading her way. A tiny feathering of sensation started to uncurl slowly inside her—a potent blend of danger and excitement pumped intoxicatingly throughout her whole body.

  Realizing that her mouth was wide open, she pursed her lips as she continued to watch London watch her. She noticed her ad-ministrative staff’s admiring stares as he strolled past them.

  Heads turned and followed his every move.

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  door, Bianca released a long breath and discovered that she had been holding it.

  “Hey, sexy.”

  She couldn’t help but smile. Her eyes were still glued to his.

  “Hello, London.”

  He pushed away from the doorway and stuck his hands in his pockets. “You remember why I’m here?”

  She nodded. “To buy me a ring.”

  “Good. I was hoping you hadn’t forgotten.”

  Shyly, she lowered her eyelids. “How could I forget?”

  He looked pleased by her answer. “I’m here to take you to lunch, as well.”

  Nodding, she reached inside her drawer and pulled out her purse. Rising, she swung it over her arm. “Okay, I’m ready.”

  “No, you’re not ready just yet.” He strolled over to where she was standing and brought his hands to her shoulders, bent his head and lowered his mouth to hers.

  As soon as their lips touched, Bianca was swamped by a tidal wave of emotions. She parted her lips to give him better access.

  Her entire body was shuddering helplessly as his hands slid from her shoulders to her thickening waist to hold her closely and meld her to his powerful body.

  Her fingers reveled in the feel of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt and she moaned when she felt his hot, hard arousal against her belly.

  She heard London groan just before he lifted his head and stared down at her. Struggling to regain her composure, Bianca was held by the depths of those shimmering dark eyes.

  “I missed you,” he said and drew in a deep ragged breath.

  “Me, too,” she heard herself admit only seconds before London took her hand and led her on unsteady legs out the door.

  They left the jewelry store and London steered her outside and onto the sidewalk. The street was relatively crowded. Tourists were moving up and down Main Street in cars and on foot, a sure sign that the summer season was right around the corner. Holding hands they strolled up one block and entered Clarence’s Infamous Chicken & Fish House and took a seat near the back 116

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  of the midsize dining room. Red-and-white checkered cloths covered the wooden tables. Memorabilia of rhythm-and-blues players like Louis Armstrong and BB King adorned the walls.

  She’d asked for a simple engagement ring, but as she looked down at the beautiful piece of jewelry London had eased onto her finger, she was still in awe. Three emerald-cut diamonds winked in the sunlight. It was the kind of ring that she would have wanted from the man she decided to share the rest of her life with. For a fake marriage it seemed so wrong and the thought of all the people they were going to deceive caused her stomach to churn.

  “What’s running through your mind?”

  “London…” she began, trying to find the right words. “I really think this ring is too much.”

  His brow narrowed. “Bianca, I can afford it.”

  Bianca frantically shook his head. The last thing she wanted was for him to think this was about money. “No-no-no. That’s not what I meant. I mean this ring is too fancy for a…a marriage of convenience. I don’t feel right wearing this ring.”

  London reached over and cupped her hand with his. “Sweetheart. Fake or otherwise, that is the type of ring a beautiful woman like you deserves. You shouldn’t have to settle for anything less.”

  “But—”

  He pressed a finger to her lips. “No buts. You’re my fiancée and I want only the best for my future wife.”

  His words and the passion shimmering in his eyes sent heat thrumming through every cell of her body. “Okay,” she said in a low murmur.

  He smiled. “Good. Now let’s order.”

  Their waitress came and took their orders and promptly brought their meals. They had been there almost a half hour when Bianca noticed London studying her. “You should eat,” he pointed out.

  Bianca stared down at her meal, barbecue chicken and potato salad usually tasted mouth-wateringly good, but today…

  “Is something wrong with the food?” he asked her, his eyes narrowing.

  “Oh, no. It’s quite delicious,” she began. “It’s just that now that it’s on my plate in front of me, I don’t have much of an appetite.”

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  “Is it your stomach?”

  She nodded. “I feel nauseous.”

  “I’ll have Josie bring you something else.”

  “No-no, please don’t make a big deal over it. I can just nibble on some crackers.”

  Truly concerned for her well-being, he pushed further.

  “Bianca, you can’t live on crackers for the next six months.

  You’re eating for two now. Which means you’ve got to take care of yourself and the baby.”

  She heaved a sigh. There was no point in arguing; besides, he was right. No matter how bad she felt, she had her baby to think about. “I’ll try a bowl of chicken soup. “

  His smiled and signaled for the waitress. “Good answer.”

  Five minutes later, Josie delivered a bowl of piping-hot homemade soup. It smelled so good, she reached for her spoon and brought it right to her mouth.

  “Mmm, delicious.”

  He looked pleased. “I’m glad you like it. That recipe belonged to my mother’s mother.”

  “It’s wonderful,” she said between sips.

  “I try to use recipes from both sides of my family. I believe that’s what a family restaurant is all about. Every few months I introduce something else. My mother has a cookbook that was passed down for generations. I won’t run out of ideas for a long time.”

  She gave him a puzzled look. “I thought this restaurant was started by your grandfather on your father’s side.”

  As he reached for his lemonade, he nodded. “It was, but once I took over I decided the restaurant needed a change and added recipes from my maternal side of the family, as well.”

  Bianca glanced around at the restaurant, which was filled with customers—rare during the off season. “Obviously, whatever you’re doing is working.”<
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  He rewarded her with a generous smile. “Thank you. My father told me the same thing when I first broke the news that I was opening a new store. He looked over the books and was amazed at the tremendous growth of the restaurant.”

  “He should be proud, and so should you. How’s the second restaurant coming along?”

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  His light brown eyes gleamed with excitement. “Fantastic.

  The contractors should be done by the end of the month. I have to drill at Dover Air Force Base this weekend so I’ll just drive up for a couple of days. The rest of this week I’ll spend interviewing candidates. As soon as I get a good manager in place, I won’t have to spend so much time up in New Castle getting things lined up.”

  “I can’t wait to see it,” Bianca said, and she meant it. Something that was important to London was important to her, as well. She wanted to share in his excitement.

  “I’m planning a grand opening, but now that we’re getting married we need to coordinate the two dates.”

  Her pulse raced at the reminder of their upcoming wedding.

  “I was thinking maybe the weekend before Memorial Day weekend?” That was three weeks away.

  “Then I’ll plan the grand opening for the weekend after Memorial Day.”

  Bianca nodded. “That’s a wonderful idea.” She finished up the last of her soup.

  “Feeling better now?”

  Bianca leaned back in her chair with her hands on her stomach and looked up to find London watching her. “Much better now, thank you.”

  While he finished the last of his fried chicken and baked macaroni and cheese, she rested her elbows on the table and watched him eat. London caught her staring.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I’m just watching how you and all the people in this restaurant love your family’s cooking.” She leaned forward before continuing. “I would like to do some marketing for your restaurant.”

  His brow rose with interest. “Really?”

  “Yes. A little marketing can make all the difference in the success of a business. The state of Delaware is exactly ninety miles long. I want to make sure that everyone in either direction knows about Clarence’s Infamous Chicken & Fish House.”

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  and the surrounding tristate area. Also you need to consider coupons in Wednesday’s paper. People love thinking they’re getting something for free. Like buy one chicken dinner, get one free. Think about it. They’ll still want to buy a drink and dessert, only they’ll have to buy two now, instead of one. And for your grand opening, let’s have a deejay to play some old-school music.

  That’s sure to bring folks out to eat and to snap their fingers. How about a free drink with every meal? And we can also—” Bianca broke off when she realized that London had stopped eating and was staring at her with such an intensity that it caused her insides to quiver. “What’s wrong?”

  He shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just admiring how beautiful my fiancée looks when she’s passionate about something. You definitely know your stuff.”

  Smiling, she briefly lowered her eyelids. “Thank you.”

  “I love all your ideas, especially the part about offering coupons.” He brought a forkful of macaroni to his mouth.

  “Do you think you’ll have time with all the wedding planning to do them?”

  “For you, I’ll make time.” It would also give her something to do to take her mind off thinking about him all the time.

  “I really appreciate it.”

  “Hey, what are fiancées for?”

  He gave her a dark, bold look. “I can give you quite a few ideas. Meet me at my house after you get off and I’ll show you.”

  The look in his eyes said he had every intention of making love to her. After two days without him, Bianca couldn’t think of any reason to say no, except that her heart was in jeopardy.

  But right now she wanted something so desperately, something that only London could give her.

  “It’s a deal,” she said.

  After lunch, London returned her safely to the front door of the hotel.

  “See you later,” he said, then leaned over and gave her a kiss that was so heated that Bianca was still fanning herself on the ride up in the elevator. When she stepped through her office, Jabarie was waiting inside.

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  “Hello, big brother,” Bianca greeted in a merry tone, as she moved across the plush taupe-colored carpet and around her desk.

  “Good afternoon.” He rose and walked over to the door and shut the door.

  Her brow rose. She never closed her office door unless she was in a meeting. “Is something wrong?”

  Jabarie got right to the point. “Are you pregnant?”

  She lowered herself into her seat, then put her arms on the desk and nodded. “Yes.”

  Jabarie ran a hand across his tapered curls and she could tell by the way his jaw twitched that he was trying to keep his anger at bay. “At least he’s doing the right thing and marrying you.”

  She was tempted to tell him who the real father was, but thought better of it. The fewer people who knew the truth, the better.

  He paced a path across the length of her office in a black, tailor-made suit. His shoes were so expensive they didn’t make a sound. He was making her dizzy. Finally, he dropped down in the chair across from her. “Do you love him?” He surveyed her face.

  She hesitated a moment. “Yes. I wouldn’t marry him if I didn’t.”

  “Thank goodness. The sooner you’re married the better.”

  Her pride was triggered by the demand in his voice. How dare he tell her what to do? “Of course, we wouldn’t want to tarnish the family’s name,” she said sarcastically.

  “You know that’s not what I meant.”

  “What do you mean, big brother?”

  “I mean I don’t want to see you trying to raise a baby by yourself. I want to see you happy.”

  Her brother’s expression softened. She saw the sincerity in his face. And almost felt bad for snapping at him. “I am happy.” She hated lying, but it wasn’t completely a lie. If she was honest with herself, she’d have to admit that for the last few days London had made her feel as if she were on top of the world. “How did you find out I was pregnant?”

  “Jace.”

  She didn’t even have to guess how he’d found out. Sheyna.

  So much for keeping a secret.

  His smile widened. “I’ve got good news.”

  “What? I’m always up for good news.”

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  “Brenna is having twins.”

  “Goodness, what are you trying to do, start your own baseball team?” she joked. He and Brenna already had an adorable three-year-old girl, Arianna, and a ten-month-old, Brianna. Jace and Sheyna had eighteen-month-old Jace Jr., and Danica and Jaden were six months’ pregnant with their first child. “Congratulations. I’m happy for you.”

  “Thanks. Mother is really going to start feeling old now.

  She’ll have seven grandchildren in the next year.”

  Bianca brought a fingertip to her lips. “Don’t say the old word too loud. Mother just might hear you.”

  “We definitely can’t have that.”

  Smiling, Bianca moved around the desk and gave her brother a big hug. No matter how much her brothers got on her nerves, she knew that they each had her back. What would she do without family? she wondered.

  Over Jabarie’s shoulder, the engagement ring sparkled and reminded her of another family and a fiancé who would be waiting for her when she got off work. She hoped he’d be waiting in nothing more than his birthday suit. The thought caused a traitorous smile to curl the corner of her mouth.

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  The week breezed by as she put marketing plans together for London’s family restaurants. Unfortunately, the project kept London on her mind 24/7.

  Bianca had seen him twice since Monday and each time they ended up back at his house and in bed. After that, he left for Dover for the weekend to fulfill his one-weekend-a-month military obligation. When he returned Sunday night, she eagerly awaited him with open arms. London stayed Sunday and again Monday night. Each time, he made love to her. He was a compassionate, wonderful lover.

  After that she declined his offers, feeling that in order not to cloud her judgment she needed to keep a little distance between them. Instead, they talked on the phone and she found that she enjoyed spending hours on the phone with him. They talked about their lives growing up and he told her hilarious stories about himself and his sisters. She didn’t need to see him. Just hearing his voice sent sensuous chills all through her body and reminded her of the heated nights she spent in his arms.

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  By Friday night she was a ball of nerves. She took one final look in the mirror.

  She had spent half the morning trying to decide what to wear and had finally decided on a pink linen skirt and a short-sleeve, cream-colored jacket, with a dark pink shell underneath. Cream pumps were on her feet and a pink-and-white scarf was tied in a knot around her neck.

  Her eyes traveled over to the clock on the nightstand. London was coming to pick her up at any moment. They were going to have dinner with her parents. And she was a nervous wreck.

  It wasn’t her parents that had her insides quivering. It was London. She couldn’t wait to see him. These past four days had been the longest of her life.

  She’d never wanted to be that vulnerable to a man. Especially not London. He was cocky and pushy and wanted things his way.

  But there were a lot of things about him she truly liked. His conversation, his compassion and especially the way he…

  She swallowed and moved out of her room and down the hall. She had better get her thoughts in order quickly. All she had to do was remember what had happened with Collin to know that the last thing she wanted was to be vulnerable to falling in love again. There was no reason for her to come unglued. The doorbell rang. She counted to five, then opened the door.