Page 23 of The Baby Twist
“Oh, hell no. I’ve had enough of him for one day. I’m fine, Lucas. Just go take care of business.” I smiled.
He pressed his lips against my forehead before we walked out of the conference room.
“Be careful. I’m calling Thaddeus now. You go down and wait for him.”
“I will. Good luck.” I grinned.
He gave me a wink as he ran down the hall.”
Chapter Eleven
Lucas
I was still in shock. How the hell did she do it? How did she know? My team was just as ecstatic as I was, but I didn’t take the credit. I couldn’t, and I told my team who Jenna was, minus the fact that she was having my kid. That was nobody’s business, and I wasn’t ready for anyone to know until I figured out exactly how things were going to go.
I left the office around five. Earlier than I normally did, but I needed to talk to Jenna. I stopped and picked us up some Chinese food for dinner. I didn’t know what she liked, so I ordered a few different things. As I stepped off the elevator and headed towards the kitchen, I found her sitting on the couch with her foot propped up, watching a movie.
“Hey.” She smiled.
“I brought us some Chinese food.” I held up the bag before setting it on the island. “I really hope you like Chinese.”
“I love it. Thanks.” She grinned as she got up from the couch and sat at the kitchen table.
I unpacked the bag, set the food boxes on the table, and grabbed a couple of plates and silverware.
“I didn’t know what you liked, so I just picked up a few different things.”
“Actually, I love everything you got. Thanks. I’m starving.”
“Didn’t you eat today?”
“Not really. I spent the morning in your office figuring out what was wrong with the coding, met you at your office, and then I came home and crashed for about three hours.”
“You need to make sure you eat.”
“I know, and I’m making up for it now.” She smiled.
I sat down across from her and plated my food.
“And now we talk.” I looked at her with seriousness.
“Yep. Guess we do.” She looked down at her plate.
“Who are you really? Because I knew from the moment I met you, you weren’t secretary material. You sat down and figured out why my coding wasn’t working in a matter of what? Four hours?”
“Two.” She glanced up at me.
“Okay. Two hours. You did what my team nor I could in the last six months. And let me tell you something, my team is one of the best.”
“Obviously not.” She bit into her egg roll.
I cocked my head as I narrowed my eye at her. She knew I was serious.
“Okay. Okay.” She wiped her mouth with her napkin. “My name is Jenna Larson, and I’m from Massachusetts. My I.Q. score is 165, and I graduated from M.I.T.
“165? Are you kidding me? 165 is at a genius level.”
“Yeah. I know.” I rolled my eyes.
