Page 4 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
For a second, I think he’s going to say something about that, like he’s holding them hostage so I can’t leave this bathroom. And I wouldn’t hate that. It might be nice to not have to go back to work. To put on a wine-soaked bra and serve people foranother two hours, just to make fifty bucks that won’t get me out of this hole I’ve fallen into.
“I didn’t want to wear them over the carpet,” I say.
His eyebrows raise.
I don’t need to look down to know thathedidn’t take offhisshoes.
“That’s thoughtful,” he says.
Just trying not to get fired,I think. But I keep that to myself. That would really be a vibe killer.
“I should get back in there,” I whisper.
Except I don’t want to. I don’t want to work another minute for the catering company from hell, not when my father is just going to gamble my earnings away instead of using them to pay our fucking rent.
He shrugs. “Nothing’s happening just yet, unless you like listening to people lie to each other’s faces.”
“Hate that, actually.”
His gaze slides over my body.
I’ve never had anyone look at me the way he is.
I don’t know that I’ve ever been in the presence of someone quite like him, either. He’s larger than life and radiates magnetic energy that makes me want to step closer and tell him a lot more than just my name.
He’s older than me. Probably older than my dad, now that I’m really looking at him. He’s huge, too. Easily six-and-a-half-feet tall, with thick, dark hair, long enough that he’s pulled it back, which is unexpected for his age and the suit that he’s wearing. There’s an edge of a tattoo peeking out from his collar, too. But I’m guessing he’s the type of man who gets to do things his own way, however he wants at any age.
And he can probably get any woman he wants, too.
Whoa. I don’t like that thoughtat all.
I decide to test the waters and see how much we have in common. “So are you hiding from the party, too?”
He grins, a white flash of teeth, and lines deepen around his eyes.Laugh lines.
I want to make him laugh. I need to hear him laugh, I realize with a weird, intense jolt.
“I was on my way to the terrace,” he says. “To get some fresh air. Would you like to join me?”
“I—” I glance back at the counter behind me. At my bra, and my phone. At all the problems I don’t want to think about right now. “If you won’t tell anyone?”
“Your secret is safe with me.” He turns and leads the way.
I follow, my heart pounding.
At the door, he sets my shoes down, then holds the oversized sliding glass open for me to step through after I put them back on.
His hand ghosts over the small of my back, and the warmth of his body so close to mine is a sharp contrast to the cool of the night air.
I shiver.
“You’re cold.” He frowns.
“I’m not.”
His gaze slides down my body again. My nipples bead tighter still, making me look like a liar as they push against the thin shirt.
“I’mreallynot,” I add. “It’s nice out here. I’ve never been outside this high up.”
