Page 50 of Billionaire Boss's One Night Stand

She tilted her head to the side as she narrowed her eyes. “What about him?”

“He didn’t take the news well.” I bit my lip and winced.

“He didn’t take what news…” Her eyes opened wide. “The news about—” She gasped, sucking in so much air so quickly that I doubted her lungs could have room for it. “Yournews?”

I nodded, covering my mouth with one hand and hugging an arm around myself in a hug as I continued to fret and walk back and forth.

“Your news about being pregnant?” She shook her head. “Don’t tell me he was an asshole about it because you just started and all.”

“No.”

“Then what? Is he being a dumbass about it and claiming the timing of it is going to complicate this big project with the Gammon company?”

“Well, heisconcerned about us all being focused for that,” I admitted.

“Fuck him.”

I deadpanned, stopping in my tracks to shoot her a wry look. “Hailey. I alreadydid. Literally.”

Her mouth hung open.

“Wait. You mean that he didn’t take the news about your being pregnant well because he’s your boss and wants to dictate what the people on his team do with their personal lives?”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s not a dictator at all. He contributes to the team.”

She stood to come around the desk toward me. “Or you mean that he didn’t take the news about your being pregnant because he’s…” Again, she gasped, louder and with a more bugged-out expression. “He’s…”

I nodded. “Matt’s the father.”

If her jaw dropped any lower, it’d hit the floor. She hunched over, as though the news I shared was a physical hit that punched the air right out of her.

“What?” If she hadn’t whispered it in a bewildered hiss, it would’ve come out as a screech.

I didn’t need to let the whole building know.

“Yeah. Matt. My boss.” I hurried to thrust a hand in the air to stop her from launching into saying more. “I didn’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

“That first weekend I was here. I wanted to go out and, I don’t know, celebrate. So I headed to a bar for a drink. A pervy guy was being pushy with me, Matt was there, and he intervened.”

“But you didn’t know…” She rubbed her cheek before gripping the back of her neck, still so stunned.

“No. He was just a stranger at the bar being nice to a woman being harassed. But then the second we saw each other and started talking, one thing led to another and we spent the night together at the hotel next door.”

“Oh, myGod, Loren!” She gripped my hands and tugged me to sit. While she took one of the two chairs in front of her desk, I lowered to the other. She didn’t release my hands, almost as if she had to secure me to stay here and explain further.

“You were just two strangers who fell into bed together.”

I nodded. “Then I came here, and on my first day, I saw who he was and…” I shrugged. “It’s been awkward—even before I thought I could be pregnant and took the test.”

“Well,nowit makes sense.”

I scowled. “Nothing makes sense! How is thismylife?”

“That part about you two not seeing eye-to-eye. Always bickering. Because you already got a head start on being an actual couple.”

I shook my head so fast that I could’ve made myself dizzy. “No. We’re not. We’re not a couple. Not at all. We’re on the same team for this pitch and that’s it. Nothing more.”

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