Page 18 of Her Impossible Boss's Baby

What would it look like, peeling that dress away from her body, exposing more of her skin?

He nearly growled, but he held it back, because he knew well enough to know she would find that disturbing.

“It suits you,” he said, keeping his tone brisk.

She blinked. “Thank you.”

“Everyone in attendance will be very impressed.”

“With your assistant?”

Polly was occasionally miscaptioned as his date. It never bothered them.

He didn’t bring dates to things like this. There was no reason. He didn’t need to date, he needed somebody who understood him. Somebody who understood the business.

Someone who could take what he was trying to say and spin it into something interesting.

She was very good at that.

He did not take her arm, he never did, though he had known a momentary temptation to do so.

They walked out of the hotel room together, and to the elevator.

She was beautiful at his side, as ever. And he found himself fighting the urge to touch her.

He was on the cusp of the most important thing he had yet discovered and launched to the public, and he was drowning in novelty. He didn’t like novelty.

He could not afford the distraction. This was not the launch of a product designed to simply generate income. This was something that could very well change the world. His libido had no space in the equation.

He was a man of infinite control. In fact, it had never even been difficult for him.

One fuchsia dress and a pleasing collection of rounded curves would not derail him now.

They moved into the ballroom, all the glittering opulence. He felt the tension sometimes, the necessary generation of massive funds when it came to working with this sort of technology. He wanted everything to be freely accessible to those who needed it. And yet, the actual work itself required massive amounts of money to keep it moving. And so, it required playing a game. It required the generation of wealth.

His own personal fortune had been amassed with investments elsewhere. Property portfolios, and other work. While his medical corporation generated billions, it was all put back into research, and medical funding.

For him, the act of making money was a simple thing. It all related to that focus.

Focus that would not be splintered now.

He moved away from Polly and made his way to the front of the room. His very presence signaled that it was time for everyone to take their seats.

And then, he took his place on the stage. Every word, every inflection was planned. And every portion of the speech was articulated exactly as he had intended.

He knew exactly what he was about.

The excitement in the room was palpable. This discovery changed so many things.

And while the room was full of a great many investors, people who cared primarily about the monetary value of something like this, there were also people who took it for what it was.

A chance to save lives.

And the truth was, while the medical-industrial complex certainly had its issues, issues that Luca himself fought against, it was also made up of people. And even investors loved people who got cancer. Even they felt an investment in this change.

Because the truth was, they lived in a world where money could only help with your treatments to a point. If the ability to discover and detect an illness didn’t exist, then you were not insulated. Not even by your billions.

Everyone benefited from this.

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