Page 34 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
He gets a hard thump right against the palm of his hand, and his whole face lights up. “Holy fuck.”
“Yeah,” I breathe.
“Hi Baby,” he murmurs, ducking his head low to press right against my belly. “I’m your dad. You’re going to have to work with me to convince your mom that I’m not going to go anywhere, okay?”
Hot, happy tears pop behind my eyelids.
Okay,I want to say.
But I suddenly can’t say anything at all, the lump in my throat is too big.
Chapter 16
Roman
After that emotional overload,Willa seems grateful to escape to have a bath. I go across the street to Thorne International to get my laptop and some files I wanted to review tonight.
Returning to the Techbridge penthouse feels like coming home in a more profound way than I expected, even after revealing to Willa how I felt about this apartment after we met.
Now I understand that I didn’t want to be alone that night.
I wanted to be withher.
Deep down, I knew that even before I found her. Even before we met, something propelled me to acquire this company, this building, to get me to her.
Returning tonight is the same feeling.
Like I’m coming home to her.
The door to the bedroom is closed, so I settle on the oversized couch in the living room. The Asian markets are open, so I check in with the Hong Kong office, then deal with my inbox.
The first thing I do is fire off a quick email to the investigator I hired earlier in the afternoon. I don’t need any more information dug up about Willa. Everything I need to know about her, I will learnfromher.
Then I go to the CurateMe website. I think about what I overheard in their offices. How she thinks wealthy people fundamentally look at art differently than working class people.
Would young Roman Thorne recognize me? That dishwashing hustler, intent on covering his body with tattoos?
But then I spent my next five hundred bucks saved on a real estate license instead, and the rest is history.
Now I buy art because it’s a good investment, and I haven’t thought about putting any on my skin in literally two decades.
Soft footsteps come down the hallway, and Willa appears, wrapped in an oversized towel.
Her hair is damp, even darker than usual, and her legs are bare. She looks young and vulnerable.
I shouldn’t feel a pulse of awareness, a deep dug of arousal…but I do. Fuck me, I do.
“Hi.” I sound turned on, because I am.Danger.
She shifts restlessly. “Are you working?”
I set the laptop aside. “Not anymore. Do you want to talk?”
She shrugs. A flush creeps up her neck. No, she doesn’t want to talk. “I thought you might want to help me dry off?”
“Want to? God, yes,” I say thickly as she crosses to me. “But I can’t let lust cloud my judgement tonight.”
She climbs onto my lap. I don’t stop her. She smiles. “Your lust? Or mine?”
