Page 6 of Indescribable Love

Juliette didn’t move a muscle and Simon had to fight the urge not to laugh.

Instead, he walked right up to her and held out his hand. “Simon Bennett.”

“Um…”

“Why don’t you come inside and get settled? I’m sure we’re going to have a lot to talk about and possibly become new best friends!” Grabbing one of her suitcases, he simply turned and walked away. And as soon as he was out of earshot, he snickered.

This was going to be fun.

Chapter Two

For a solid minute, all Juliette could do was stand there in a bit of shock.

Her new client had just heard her bitching.

Her very loud bitching.

There was a real possibility that Simon was going to go inside, call his manager who, in turn, would call Vanessa, and she would be fired.

“Maybe I should just put the rest of my stuff back in the car,” she mumbled, but before she could, Simon came back out, waving at her like he genuinely had just spotted his new best friend.

Great.

“Have you eaten lunch yet?” he asked, jogging back over and picking up her carry-on. “I was just going to make myself a sandwich and it would be easy enough to make two.” He was smiling from ear to ear. “Don’t be shy. I’m just a normal guy like everyone else. Come on in and let’s get you settled!”

Then he was gone again and Juliette still couldn’t make herself move.

Naturally, Simon came back again, still smiling. He stopped in front of her, resting his hands on his hips. “Okay, how about we have a conversation right here to put your mind at ease?”

She meant to respond, but he was already talking again.

“I hate travel days too. Sometimes it feels like everything goes wrong and it’s frustrating. But when you get to your destination and can relax? It’s all worth it!” He motioned to the house. “And this place is amazing. You’re going to love it. You’ll have the entire upper level to yourself. There are four bedrooms for you to choose from, but I highly recommend the one in the back corner. It has a king-size bed, its own en suite, and a fantastic view. But the choice is totally up to you.”

Words were swirling in her mind, but she couldn’t seem to make her mouth work.

Probably because you’re afraid to say something stupid. Again.

His expression turned thoughtful. “You’re shy. Or possibly embarrassed because I heard your mini tantrum.” He shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. You didn’t know anyone was listening and you’re entitled to be frustrated and express that frustration. Again, for the record, we didn’t realize the road up to the house was going to be quite so treacherous. I sincerely apologize for any stress it caused you.”

And still she couldn’t speak.

What he did next took her completely by surprise. He picked up her last small bag in one hand and then hooked his free arm with hers and began to gently walk her toward the house.

“I can walk,” she blurted out, and immediately hated her harsh tone. “Sorry.”

“No apology necessary. I hoped that would be the move to snap you out of your funk,” he said, his smile back. “Please come inside so you can relax. I promise you’re not going to have to get back in the car or drive down the mountain again for two weeks unless you really and truly want to.”

It wasn’t like he was saying anything outlandish or surprising—knowing what she did about him—but she could already tell that Simon Bennett was nicer than the average celebrity. Besides carrying in her luggage for her, something no other client had ever even offered to do, he was also offering to make her lunch. He didn’t offer for someone else to make her lunch, but to make it himself.

What’s wrong with him? What made him this way?

“I’m a city driver,” she said as they walked around to the back of the house. “You can put me in the middle of Manhattan or any major city and I can drive in the craziest of traffic jams without an issue. But that road…”

“Yeah, it was more than we were expecting too. Although I’ll bet driving down the mountain won’t be nearly as scary.”

He paused and motioned for her to go into the house first.

“Oh, wow…you have this set up as a studio already,” she commented, cautiously stepping into the space. There was a piano and a line of guitars, along with a large sectional and a pool table, another seating area, and a kitchen. “This is a brilliant use of the space.”