Page 27 of The Baby Twist
“It’s a combination of your sexiness, skills, and my accelerated hormones. OH MY GOD! YES! YES!” I howled.
Lucas let out sexy sounds of his own as he exploded inside me and lowered his body to mine.
“Thank you,” I whispered in his ear.
He lifted his head as the corners of his mouth curved upward.
“You’re welcome. Are you good now?”
“I’m fantastic.” I grinned.
He rolled off me and laid on his back as he tucked his hands behind his head. Propping myself up on my elbow, I stared at him.
“You reek of scotch,” I said.
“I was talking to Danny at the club.”
“Ah. Did you tell him everything worked out with the coding?”
“I did, and I also told him you were the one who figured it out.”
“Why?”
“Because you deserve the credit.” He smiled.
“That’s nice of you, but you can take the credit, Lucas. I don’t mind.”
“Nah, I give credit where credit is deserved. Which brings me to something I want to talk to you about?”
“Okay.”
“I want you to come work for me at Thorne Technology Group.”
“I don’t think?—”
“If you’re going to say that’s not a good idea, that’s where you’re wrong. You need a job. I have one available, and I’ll pay you well with full benefits. I’m guessing that right now, you don’t have health insurance. Do you?”
“No.” I sighed.
“That little trip to the ER will cost you a fortune, not to mention all the medical expenses you’ll incur during your pregnancy. Now, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m pretty sure no one will hire you with a broken foot and being pregnant.”
I lightly smacked his chest.
“That’s discrimination. They can’t tell me I didn’t get the job because I’m pregnant.”
“No. But they would use your broken foot as an excuse if they wanted to. I’d hire you just the way you are.” He grinned.
“Thanks.” I rolled my eyes. “Let me sleep on it. I’m exhausted.” I rolled over. “You don’t mind if I sleep here, do you? I’m too tired to roll my way back to my room.”
“I don’t mind at all. Good night, Jenna.”
“Good night, Lucas.”
“I expect an answer tomorrow.”
“Uh-huh,” I spoke before drifting off to sleep.
He was sweet for wanting me to work for him, but I wasn’t sure that was a good idea. Could he handle seeing me every day and my growing belly? My plan was to get a job somewhere else in the city, move out, and move on with my life as a single parent. I was okay with that because I was independent and strong and didn’t need a man to take care of us. My father always took care of my mother and wouldn’t let her get a job outside the home. He said her duties as his wife were to stay home, raise the children or child, and take care of the house. She accepted that and seemed happy to do it. But I knew deep down inside a part of her wanted more out of life.
