Page 64 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

She looks up, startled, and gives me a small smile, though it’s clear she’s at least somewhat confused. “Okay, what is it?”

“You have to come with me.”

Now she looks even more confused but sets down the book she’s reading and follows me through the house, and out the front door, where the new car sits.

“I don’t understand,” she says, glancing around the driveway. And she certainly looks like she’s confused. Though that doesn’t surprise me. The small gifts I’ve bought her have often surprised her. She’d have no reason to believe I would buy her something so large.

“The car is for you.”

“The … car … you bought me a car?” She stares at it in shock, her eyes roving over every inch of the thing in complete and utter disbelief.

“You need a new one. The one you’ve been driving isn’t safe. And with the baby coming, I want to make sure that you’re both going to be safe.” I invoke the baby’s safety because I can see in her eyes that she’s going to refuse. She wants to refuse. But the safety of the baby is the most important thing for both of us.

“I … I can’t accept this. There’s no way.”

“You have to. It’s for the baby as much as for you.”

“I … it’s your car. I’ll drive it. If I have to.” She still doesn’t look pleased about that. “But it’s your car.”

“I bought it for you, Emma. It’s in your name already.”

“Why … how …”

“Come on, let’s go check it out.”

Even though she lets me lead her to the car, I can tell she’s still not sure what she’s doing or what she’s seeing. But as I get her to take a closer look and sit behind the wheel, she starts to come around. Or at least, she starts to look at the car like she actually likes it.

“This is still too much, Chris.”

“It’s not,” I insist. “I have the money to spare and I’d rather spend it on something for you and the baby than anything else.”

Still she shakes her head but she seems to have run out of arguments because she doesn’t actually say anything.

“And I’d like you to go out with me. Tomorrow night.”

“I’ll have to check my schedule. My boss may want me to work tomorrow night,” she quips and I can’t help but grin.

“He doesn’t. I already checked.”

“Now you’re talking to my boss, too?” She grins at me and I can’t help but pull her in close, my mouth finding hers like it’s practically magnetized. And just like every time, nothing feels as good as her mouth on mine.

When it’s time for our date I’m more than pleased to see the beautiful dress she’s put on. It’s one that makes her look even more amazing than I would have thought possible.

There’s also a softness in her eyes as she looks at me, something that I see every now and then that always gives me hope … makes me think that maybe things aren’t all in my head.

Tonight there’s an event at another club in town. One that I want to make an appearance at and I’m more than happy to have her on my arm when I do. Which seems to surprise her when she realizes where we’re going and she sees the décor.

“We’re going to Madison’s? I didn’t think that you two liked each other very much.”

I laugh at that. “It’s all a bit of showmanship. We have rival businesses, after all. But surely you’ve seen her in our club a few times.”

“I … well, I guess I thought I did but I thought I was wrong.”

“She comes to the events at our club. I come to the events at hers. It’s the polite way to go, after all. Even though her events are not nearly as good as ours.”

“So say you,” Madison replies, walking up to us as soon as we walk in the door. “And who is this?”

“This is Emma.” I’m not really sure how to introduce her, so I stick with just her name and let Madison infer what she likes from that.

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