Page 106 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

I hang up.

Fuck me.

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Sabrina

Clothes.

Need clothes.

My blouse is definitely… somewhere.

Crumpled into an expensive, silky heap on the Persian rug, sacrificed at the altar of Leo Maxwell’s impulsive libido.

And mine, apparently.

Don’t forget your own complicity here, Sabrina.

My hands tremble slightly as I straighten my tailored trousers, the fabric feeling ridiculously formal after… well,that.

My bra is dangling off the armrest of the leather sofa like some kind of lacy surrender flag.

Mortifying.

I snatch it up, fumbling with the clasp behind my back, my cheeks burning hotter than the friction we just generated.

What thehelljust happened?

One minute, we’re strategizing investor relations, the next minute I’m… well, I was just thoroughly ‘strategized’ on the home office sofa.

By my client.

By Mia’s father.

By the man whose emotional availability I’ve mentally categorized alongside unicorns and affordable Manhattan real estate.

He’s standing by the window now, his back mostly to me, buttoning his shirt, seemingly composed. I guess the phone call brought him back to reality. It brought us both back, really.

Still, I notice the slight tremor in his own hands, and the way he’s favoring his good leg. The intensity of… whatever we just had… clearly took a physical toll, even on him.

My brain feels like it went through a high-speed blender. Thoughts, feelings, professional ethics, residual physical sensations, all of it is jumbled into an incoherent mess.

Am I furious about the blatant disregard for professional boundaries? Yes.

Am I terrified by the ease with which he just dismantled my carefully constructed defenses? Absolutely.

Am I still tingling in places I shouldn’t be tingling while technically on the clock?

Objection, Your Honor. Leading the witness.

He’s not father material. He’s reckless, emotionally guarded, partnered with a manipulative asshole, and has a string of discarded women likely longer than Mia’s current Babylist registry.

Iknowthis.

My research confirmed it.

My own abandonment issues scream it.

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