Page 35 of Billionaire Boss's One Night Stand

He grunted. Or maybe it was a laugh. “Then why don’t you tell him to stop?”

“I’m a firm believer in letting problems solve themselves.”

“What the hell does that mean?” He narrowed his blue eyes at me, but not because he was perturbed with me. Just intrigued.

“If I don’t give him attention, then he’ll have to give up one day, right?”

“Light years away,” he quipped.

I smiled, focusing on the images of the Gammon baby products. They were all starting to look so similar, yet not? I was young, but I didn’t consider myself “woke”, nor was I old-fashioned. Neutral things were trendy, but when everything was made of recycled plastic and looked gray or beige, itwashard to distinguish one thing from another.

“Sort of like this?” Matt held up a printout of a baby mobile.

Or is it a… mirrored apparatus for décor?I couldn’t tell, but based on the product description, I was ninety percent certain that it was supposed to be suspended or hung over a crib.

“If a baby needs attention and cries until they see their parent, this mirrored thing can give them a distant reflection and then calm them down?”

I squinted, tilting my head to the side. “I think it might actually be a toy.”

He frowned, looking at the photo and turning it. “Oh.”

I laughed. “Just like I think you’re wrong that this tube thing is a straw.”

“It has to be a straw!”

“Babies don’t drink out of straws,” I chided.

“Ever?” He scowled. “Doyouremember when you first used a straw in a cup?”

“No.” I shrugged. “But I think infants use bottles or boobs.”

He groaned. “Which brings me back tothisthing.” He held up another photo of a product to categorize. “Whatisit?”

“Either a wayward sex toy-slash-nipple clamp or some new version of a confusing breast pump?”

He did that grunt again, the one that seemed most like a laugh. I missed hearing his. He’d chuckled that dirty, sexy rasp when we had sex that one night almost two months ago now.

But this time, I was almost confident I saw him smile. Just barely, but it might have been there.

“I have to admit I’m clueless about a lot of this stuff,” I said, not wanting us to lose this sort of easy companionship. “About babies,” I clarified. “Not breasts.”

“Well, sure. You’ve got them.”

“As you recall,” I teased.

He jerked his face up, stunned that I was… that I had…

Oh, my God. What the hell am I doing? What was I thinking?I hadn’t been thinking when I blurted that. Now I’d walked into it!

He stared at me long enough that a flicker of need shone in his eyes. Blowing out a hard breath through his nose, he lowered his gaze to my chest.

Oh, God.There it went, my cheeks heating up and the tips of my ears burning with a furious blush.

“Right.” He cleared his throat and lowered his gaze to the papers. “I’m clueless too.”

“About my breasts?” I slapped my hand over my face.

He chuckled, actually laughed, but I was too shocked and mortified to lower my hand and look at him. “No. I, um, I think I mastered quite a bit of, well, knowledge that one time…”

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