Page 217 of The Baby Twist
“I’ve never seen you look like such a hot mess before,” he said, hooking his arm around mine. “Do tell me what happened last night. Because judging by this look, you had a wild time.”
“I drank too much, slept with a billionaire, and woke up late. Now that you have all the details, show me the arrangements.”
“You’re going to love them.” He grinned. “Come in the back.”
I stared at the centerpieces, which were little pink tutus made of tulle, with pink and white roses in the center and sprigs of baby’s breath.
“Adorable.” I smiled. “Mrs. Lake will love them. Make sure they’re delivered to the house tomorrow at nine a.m.”
“Delivery is already set up, darling. Now, tell me about this billionaire you bedded last night.” A sly grin crossed his face.
Chapter Seven
Charlie
Reaching into the cabinet, I shook two aspirins in my hand and chased them down with a bottle of water. I hadn’t been this hungover in a long time. Climbing into the hot shower, I let the soothing water beat down me as I thought about Marley. Last night was great—at least, the parts I could remember.
After showering and dressing, I made the bed. Grabbing the used condom from my nightstand, I threw it in the trash can and looked on the floor around the bed for the others. Shit. Getting down on my knees, I looked under the bed and didn’t see any. I knew for a fact we had sex three times last night. How was there only one condom? Walking back into the bathroom, I picked up the trashcan and looked in it, noting the one condom I’d just thrown in there. Shit.
I heard the elevator ding, and my cleaners stepped into the foyer with their cleaning supplies.
“Good morning, Mr. Stone.” Greta smiled.
“Good morning, Greta. Good morning, Sylvia.”
“Morning.” Sylvia scanned the mess.
“I’m heading to the office. I’ll be gone for a few hours. I left an envelope on the island with your money, plus a bonus for the extra mess.”
“Always appreciated, Mr. Stone,” Greta spoke.
When I arrived at the office, I sat behind my desk, turned on my computer, and turned my chair around to stare out at the busy city.
“Knock. Knock,” I heard Chase’s voice.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, turning my chair around.
“I forgot the Bradshaw file on my desk. I want to review it again before our meeting on Monday.”
“Ah, good idea,” I said.
“Don’t forget about that birthday party tomorrow we have to go to,” Chase said, sitting across from my desk.
“What birthday party?” My brows furrowed.
“For Derek Lake’s five-year-old daughter. For fuck’s sake, Charlie. Don’t tell me you forgot.”
“Shit.” I ran my hand down my face. “Why do we have to go? The last way I want to spend my Sunday is at a birthday party with God knows how many children running around screaming.”
“You know why.” He pointed at me. “He invited us, and we need to close this deal.”
“Do I have to bring a gift?” I asked.
“Really, Charlie?” He cocked his head. “I’m sure Julia already bought it. Text her.”
Grabbing my phone, I sent my assistant a text message.
“Did you buy a gift for Derek Lake’s little girl’s birthday party?”
