Page 44 of Billionaire Boss's One Night Stand

“Yeah. You don’t have to, like, call and announce it or anything!”

“I wasn’t sure if you had plans or something.”

“Nah. I’m just being lazy and bored.”

Not for long.

I walked the rest of the way, and she buzzed me up to her floor. Overall, her place was nicer, but I imagined all the things that seemed so expensive in the city could be nicer and more affordable when roommates were a possibility.

She looked lazy and bored, sitting on her couch and sipping an iced tea when I arrived and entered through her front door that she'd cracked open. “Want some?” she asked once I got into the living room and sat. I couldn’t let myself get comfortable. I wasn’t going to stay here and chitchat about an idle, fun topic. She hadn’t waited for a reply before jumping and walking to her kitchen.

“No. Thanks. I’m fine.” This might have seemed like a social call, a casual pop-in to ward off her boredom, but this would be much more than two friends hanging out.

Staying on the edge of my seat, hunched over and anxious, I watched her come back to sit down after getting more tea for herself.

“Whatcha got there?” She plopped down and tipped her chin at the plastic bag clutched in my hands.

“Um…” I looked down at it as if I’d magically find an answer there.

“Is it a surprise for me?” she asked, feigning a goofy look like she expected to be brought something.

I cleared my throat, so nervous just to say it. “Maybe.”

“It might be a surprise for me?” She furrowed her brow but smiled. “You don’tknow?”

“It might be a surprise for me, too.”

She narrowed her eyes. “What?”

Here goes.I reached into the bag and pulled out the boxes of tests.

Her eyes opened wide, saucer wide, as though they’d bug out completely. With her stare locked on the slim boxes in my hand, she stuttered.

“What—Is that—Are you…?” She squinted, deepening the creases around her mouth as she tried to compute what I was holding up to show her. Pointing one finger at the containers, she gasped as she tried to connect the obvious dots.

“I don’t know if I am.” I shrugged.

“But you think you might be?”

“I do.”

“Seriously?”

“I wouldn’t have bought the tests if I didn’t seriously think I could be.” I sighed. “And I’m scared and nervous and?—”

“Hold on.” She held up her hand. “How?”

I shot her a look. “What do you mean, how?”

“Okay, not how.Who? And when?” She leaned over. “Someone back home? Before you came here?” Lowering her face, she furrowed her brow and seemed pensive. “No. That can’t be right. You’ve been here for almost three months now.” Another gasp left her lips at that scandalous thought. “Someonehere? You slept with someone in the city? When did you even have time to meet someone?”

I pulled my lips in between my teeth, not answering.

“You’re always working late. I can’t imagine when you could’ve had the time to meet someone and?—”

“I don’t want to say who,” I replied. “That’ll be a whole other hurdle to jump. If it’s an issue.” I lifted the boxes again. “I’m still stuck at square one, nervous that Iam.”

“Wow. Just… wow!” She stood, no longer bored at all. “Well, do it. Take the test!”

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