Page 17 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

“You can’t fire me for almost being late.”

“I can fire you for any reason I want, Sweetheart,” he replies and my frown deepens. He’s right, of course, but I sincerely hope that he’s not going to be petty like that. “But you do look stunning in that costume,” he murmurs, leaning closer and my heart seems to skip a beat.

“Well then, I better go show it off to its full potential then, hmm?” I give him a flirty wink, grab my tray, and hit the floor.

So he’s not going to fire me. Even though I know that he would love for me to quit working, it’s good to know he’s not going to be petty about it though.

Of course, I’m not entirely sure how much a pregnant cocktail waitress will get in tips so it’s highly likely that he won’t need to fire me once I start showing.

I frown at that. The idea of getting an allowance and living in his house doesn’t bother me too much. But not having a job at all feels very … trophy wife. And that’s definitely not what I am; there’s been no offer of marriage or anything like it, after all. Just having his baby.

I shake my head. Now is not the time to be even thinking about all of that.

I have a job and I need to do it.

And so the evening passes relatively quickly. There are plenty of people in the club tonight. And they seem to be in a rather generous mood. Though maybe a little bit grabby at times.

As I pass one of my tables an older gentleman reaches out and pats my ass. I glance over my shoulder at him with a cheeky grin and a teasing line on my lips, but there’s no time for it. Because Chris is standing there almost immediately, directly at my shoulder, scowling at the man.

“My girls are not here for you to grope at.” My heart skitters again at his defense of me, even though I know that it’s not really good for business, his or mine.

“It’s not a big deal,” I reply, trying to ease the tension of the situation. “But if you’re going to get handsy with me you should at least be buying me a drink first,” I tease the customer.

It’s clear that he’s not thrilled at the treatment by Chris. And Chris is not pleased with my comment. But I know how to deal with this kind of thing.

“Sure thing, Honey, you go on up there and get yourself a drink and tell them to add it to my tab,” the customer grins at me and I shoot him a wink before heading off to the bar, Chris hot on my heels.

“You can’t do that. Yelling a customer?” I’m scolding him, and I know that’s inappropriate but he’s still seething. His brows knit together and his lips press into a thin line.

“It’s not appropriate for him to be grabbing at you.”

I snort at that and shake my head, gesturing around the club. “That kind of shit happens here all the time. We all know it when we sign on for the job. It’s not a big deal.”

His eyes flash with fire and he snatches the tray from my hand, setting it on the bar and dragging me toward the back hall to the break room. And then he pins me roughly against the wall, his hands on either side of me, his body inches from my own, his lips brushing lightly across mine.

“I don’t share, Baby Girl. I don’t like someone touching what’s mine.”

My breath already rushed out of me when my back hit the wall, but at his words, and the growling way he says them, my body heats even more and I can feel myself getting wet for him again. Wanting him …

“Well, it’s something that’s going to happen with me working here,” I manage to get out and he leans forward, letting his lips brush over mine again.

“Another reason that I don’t want you working here.”

“You’re the boss.”

“I won’t fire you, Emma. I won’t have you resenting me for taking away your job. But I can assure you, I will be doing everything in my power to convince you that being home with me where I can fuck you anytime we desire it is the best place for you.”

I’m wet and needy and I can’t even remember why I was upset with him in the first place. All I can think about is ripping off his clothes and feeling that hard cock pounding into my body. But this is definitely not the time or the place.

“I need to get back to work then,” I manage to get out and he leans down, this time pressing his mouth to mine in a hot and passionate kiss that leaves me even more breathless and gasping.

“You are mine, Emma. Only mine. And I can assure you that if I see someone else touching what’s mine, I won’t be pleased.”

With that he stalks off in the direction of the stairs and I’m left to try and gather my thoughts and enough willpower to venture back onto the floor. Because I’m feeling more than a little weak in the knees.

Chapter Nine ~ Chris

I’m still seething about seeing that man touch Emma, and yet even I know that it’s ridiculous. I know that I’m being foolish. That this kind of thing happens all the time here and if the girls don’t say anything we don’t fuss about it.

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