Page 13 of Secret Baby for Dr. Grump

My lips quirk. She eyes the movement, a look flashing before her gaze meets mine. Something stirs in my stomach, then clenches when her expression softens.

Then she remembers who I am and the smile disappears. Olivia clears her throat.

“Anyway, I have to go. Have a good night, Dr. Jennings.”

Longing punches me in the gut, wanting the smile back…the softness back. Then I’m irritated with myself all over again for wanting those things back when I should be damn well moving on from whatever impact she left behind years ago. I clear my throat, too, then nod.

“Goodnight, Miss Davis.”

I stay behind and try not to look when she walks away. I put the desks back in place and turn off the office lights, then head to my car, where I finally feel the stress of a long day catching up. I’m used to long hours as it’s a part of my job, but the consecutive days lacking sleep have been killer.

I can’t wait to take a hot shower and collapse in bed. I can’t wait to close my eyes and forget about my assistant, though I know the second part’s harder. I’ll probably still be thinking about her like I did last night…and the night before.

I’ll probably still be fighting the urge to take my cock in my hand and stroke it to her image, particularly that one night when we both lost control and gave each other so much pleasure…

“Sir, I need you to turn this way, please.”

I blink and glance at the security guard, who directs my car in the other direction as it leaves the parking lot. “What’s going on?”

“There’s been a huge road accident, so they’re redirecting traffic.”

Great. That means the traffic tonight will be even crazier. I nod and turn as directed but slow down when I spot a figure trying to hail cabs and getting ignored, her expression so stressed.

Knowing she wants nothing to do with me, I should just keep driving, but…

“Hey.”

Olivia glances at me when I call her out and stop the car in front of her. “Hey.”

“Do you usually take a cab?”

She shakes her head. “The train. But they closed this area off completely due to the accident.”

And the cabs are full. My decision solidifies as I lean over and open the passenger door.

“Get in. I’ll drive you home.”

Chapter 5

Olivia

This is a bad idea.

I know it and I’ve made up all kinds of excuses, from how it will just lengthen his driving time to how I don’t mind waiting for a cab. But I do mind because I’ve already extended my work hours and my babysitter needs to go home—which leaves me no choice but to accept something I don’t want to accept.

Before I can think too much about it, I hop in his car and state my address, then let him do his thing. Noises surround us, a reprieve as we’re distracted by the honks and voices of people trying to get through the rush, too. But my head is a stubborn little thing, eventually catching up as I realize what I’m doing.

I’m letting him drive me home. To my house. Where my child is.

Panic flares, and I do everything to keep it in. Then I dissect it until it’s obliterated, ending with a strong thought: that just because I let him drive me home doesn’t mean I’ll let him enter my home. It calms me down significantly as we finally get past the main hurdle and are driving down a smoother road.

“I thought you lived in Connecticut.”

His voice is cool and casual. I mirror it.

It’ll be okay. He won’t know anything.

“Yes, I did. I thought you lived there, too.”

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