Page 65 of Billionaire Temptations

“Hello.”

“Hi,” he softly spoke.

“Hi.”

“Are you home?”

“No.”

“Where are you?”

“Sitting on a mushroom in Central Park.” I smiled.

“Ah. Alice In Wonderland. Stay there. I’m on my way.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see. Be there soon.”

Hannah and I were texting each other back and forth, and when I looked up, I saw Max walking towards me. My heart fluttered every time I saw him in one of his business suits.

“Smile.” He held up his phone and snapped a picture of me. He held out his hand and helped me up.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure of being in your company today, Mr. Hamilton?”

“Sorry, I’ve been MIA the past few days. I’ve been getting things moved from Chicago and to my new office.”

“That’s good. I’m surprised you’re not at the office now.”

“I was, but I really want you to see it, so that’s why I called you. I thought maybe we could go to my office and then go to lunch. Plus, I saw this really cool stroller in the window at Baby Bellini that I wanted to show you.”

I gave him a small smile. “That sounds like fun.”

“Great. Let’s go.” He held out his arm.

We walked to the Rolls Royce, where Darren was waiting for us, and he drove us to Max’s office. We walked into the lobbyof Black Enterprises and took the elevator up to the third floor. When the doors opened, we were greeted by a woman with long, black hair, a slender waist, and legs that any woman would die for. Not to mention the fact that when you looked at her, all you saw was her cleavage. It made me very insecure.

“Hello, Mr. Hamilton.”

“Hello, Brazil.” He smiled.

I rolled my eyes as he led me to his office. He pushed open the large dark wood doors, and we stepped inside. In front of the wall of windows sat a long, rectangular glass desk with a black executive chair behind it.

“This is great, Max. It suits you.” I winked. “It’s very corporate.”

“I’m glad you approve, considering I’m a corporate man.”

I walked around his desk and noticed the double picture frame sitting on it. On the left side was me sitting in the ottoman in the nursery, looking out the window with my hand on my belly, and on the right side was the ultrasound picture I gave him.

“When did you take this picture of me? I look horrible.”

“The day we built the crib, and I think you look beautiful. Do you have a problem with me having your picture on my desk? You are the mother of my child.”

“You don’t think it’s a bit odd since we’re not together?” I arched my eyebrow.

“No. That’s you pregnant and our baby girl on the other side. What’s so odd about that?”

I sighed. I wasn’t about to get into an argument over it. “Nothing.” I set the picture frame down on the desk and quickly changed the subject. “Brazil? Really?”

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