Page 28 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
“Are you reporting my schedule to someone?” I ask in disbelief.
He raises his eyebrows. “I’m just making a list for myself.”
“Oh. It just seemed like you were doing a lot more than…note taking.”
“I was.” He exhales and puts his phone away as we park next to an elevator. “I work non-stop, Willa. It’s hard to turn off.”
“It’s fine.”
The chauffeur opens the car door and I escape that conversation. I don’t care if he works all the time. He could work more and worry less about me, actually.
Roman follows, lifting the backpack I grabbed off my shoulder.
“I’ve got that!” I protest.
He pushes me ahead to the elevator. “We’ll bring everything up.”
“I think you’re leaving that task to your driver,” I say as he joins me on the elevator.
He hooks the bag over his arm and transfers my art portfolio to that same side. “I’m not empty handed. And I need to get you settled. Here, take…” He pulls a card out of his pocket. “This.”
I swipe it against a censor, and the button for the penthouse lights up.
“You can keep that access card,” he continues. “For coming and going.”
“Oh, you’ll let me leave?” I crack.
A joke that he doesn’t find funny.
“Let’s discuss your need to flee this prison after your first sleep on a real bed in four months,” he growls darkly.
Embarrassment washes over me. “Thank you,” I mutter. “I mean that. I know you don’t know me, Mr. Thorne?—”
My art portfolio and backpack both thump to the elevator floor. His hand shoots out, hitting the emergency stop button. The elevator lurches to a halt between floors.
“What are you doing?”
“I told you earlier, don’t call me that.” His voice is low, dangerous. “Use my name.”
“It’s just... You’re the CEO, and?—”
He crowds me against the elevator wall. “I’ve tasted parts of you that no one else will ever know. You came on my face, then on my cock. And our child is growing in your belly right now.”
My face flames. “Roman…”
“That’s better.” But he doesn’t back up. Instead, he plants his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. “Say it again.”
“Roman.” It comes out breathier than intended.
“Good girl.” His gaze drops to my mouth. “Do you know what hearing ‘Mr. Thorne’ from your lips does to me?”
I shake my head, mesmerized by his intensity.
“It makes me feel like that night meant nothing. Like you want us to be strangers.” His thumb brushes my jawline. “We’re not strangers, Willa.”
“We barely know each other,” I whisper.
“I know you steal strawberries when you think no one’s watching. I know you make games out of boring situations. Iknow you’re fearless, and when offered an adventure, you grab it with both hands. I know you moan when I suck your nipples.” His voice drops even lower. “I know you were a virgin before me.”
