Page 43 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

Sure my top is a little snug but I can breathe well enough. And the skirt is just long enough to brush against my thighs. I look good if I do say so myself. I’m disappointed though, because as I walk out of the room to start my shift, Chris isn’t there.

I glance up toward the window of his office and wonder if he’s up there, watching me, but there’s no way to know. I can’t see anything from this side.

Which has come in handy on more than one occasion, I think with a small smile.

I shake myself and turn back to the job at hand. Just because I’m sleeping with the boss and having his baby doesn’t mean that he won’t fire me. Especially since he doesn’t really want me working anyway. He’s probably looking for an excuse to fire me. Though I don’t believe he’d be unfair about it. If he was planning that, he’d have fired me already.

The first half of my shift passes quickly enough.

Mardi Gras season is busy around here. The party never stops and neither do the drinks. Or the food he’s brought in for the occasion. Or us.

And then I feel a hand snake around my waist, grabbing my hip and tugging me into the hall. A startled sound escapes my lips but almost immediately there are arms wrapped around me and his mouth is on mine.

The familiar feel of him, the taste of him … and all the tension melts from my body with a moan.

“You are entirely too sexy in this outfit,” he murmurs in my ear, his kisses falling at the side of my neck and then slowly down over the curve of my breasts and I forget that we’re not even in his office. We’re standing in a hallway. Where anyone could walk by and see us.

But all that matters is his hands and his mouth on me. And the amazing feelings that are coursing through me.

“I got your flower, and your note. I expected to see you earlier.”

“I got caught up in a meeting.” He sounds apologetic, his lips teasing the edge of my shirt over so that he can play with my nipple on one side and then the other, making it hard to think straight. “Mmm, you taste amazing, Baby Girl.”

Another moan and then the sound of voices and music seems to filter through the haze that his touch and his mouth cause.

“We can’t be doing this here. Anyone could see us,” I protest and he grumbles but slowly straightens up, glancing toward the main room of the club as I fix my top and try to cool my heated cheeks.

“Let’s go up to my office.”

It sounds tempting. Very tempting. But then, I’m feeling in a somewhat frisky mood today and so I give him a cheeky grin and shake my head. “I don’t think my boss would like that very much. I was put on the schedule so I could take care of the customers. And that’s what I intend to do.”

“I think your boss would understand,” he retorts, his eyes roaming over my body with so much heat I’m surprised I don’t catch fire.

“I can’t afford to test that theory,” I reply with a teasing glance back at him. “But maybe I can catch up with you when I get off work.”

He grabs my arm and pulls me in tight against his body, so I can feel how hard he already is for me, his mouth crushing mine as he claims me yet again. But I quickly slip away, shoot him a flirty smile, and enter the main room again, getting straight back to my work.

I know I’m making him crazy. It’s making me crazy too. But at the same time, I love the fact that I have the power here. That I can make him want me beyond reason. Because I know, without a doubt, that he’s watching me as I continue my shift.

It’s like I can feel his eyes on me and that only makes me feel even more hot, desired, excited. I almost can’t wait to get out of work to see what’s going to happen. But it turns out I’m destined to be disappointed, because when my shift is over he’s not there.

In fact, he doesn’t come back to the house at all that night that I know of. If he does, it’s after I go to bed, which is quite late because I’m trying to wait for him.

Finally I have to give up, practically collapsing back into my bed. But between the long shift and being pregnant, I feel exhausted all the time now.

When morning comes, I try to hurry through my routine so I can get over to see Mom and Leann. I’m sure Chris is still sleeping and it’s easier if I slip out of the house without him noticing anyway. I’m still not sure I want to answer any questions about them. Not sure I want to tell him much of anything.

“Well, you’ve returned.”

“Sorry, Mom,” I apologize as I walk through the front door and she gives me a look for a moment before shaking her head and pulling me into a hug.

“We’ve missed you. It’s been ages.”

“I know. I know. I’m sorry. I brought you a few things.” I take my bag to the living room and the three of us start going through the items inside. “Some more blankets and sheets.”

“Are we running a hotel?” Mom asks. “How many do we need?”

“You’ll have extras. You won’t have to do laundry every week.”

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