Page 16 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
“I was wait staff,” she says slowly.
“Wait staff.”
“Yes.”
“And now you work for me.” I don’t know what she does at CurateMe, exactly, but it’s not the kind of job a waitress can just walk into.
“For one of the companies you invest in, yes.”
“How long have you worked here?”
She exhales. “Three months.”
“Three months.”
“Yes.”
All this time. The burning fire returns. “And you didn’t want to find me?”
“Not exactly.”
“Notexactly?”
Her eyes flash. “Are you going to repeat all of my answers?”
“Only the ones I find incredulous.”
“You find it incredulous that I was wait staff at a party that had…waiters?”
“I find it incredulous that a waiter found her way into my private bathroom, with her blouse undone and tits begging to be sucked on. I find itincredulousthat you then found your wayto work in my fucking shadow, threemonthsago, and not once tried to?—”
“Don’t assume that.”
“Excuse me?”
“I tried. Once I found out I was pregnant, I knew I needed to tell you. So I tried repeatedly to get a meeting with you, although I never got very far. The first time, I was so nervous. And then I lucked my way into this job, and I thought that might make it easier. Turns out, that wasn’t true. Do you know how hard it is to get an audience with The Thorne King?”
I go still. Very still. “You tried.”
“Of course I tried,” she snaps. “But the more I learned about you, the more I feared that you wouldn’t be an understanding man if and when I ever did get that coveted audience. I needed to make the right decision for my baby.”
Her baby.
Our baby.
Everything she said is bouncing around in my head.
I looked for her the next day.
But Willa…Willa didn’t try to find me until she knew she was pregnant.
I took her virginity that night, and gave her a baby.
“I wouldn’t have…” The wrongness of what I’ve done hits me like a sledgehammer. I pushed myself on a young waitress, because I liked the look of her tits and the way she made me laugh. And I let myself think she was a guest, because what would it say about me if I fucked the help? “I took advantage of you.”
“I wanted what we did that night.” She presses her hands to the slight swell under her shirt. “I want my baby, too.”
“Our baby,” I correct instinctively.
