Page 32 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
“Your breasts, specifically. Yes. All of that.”
“I remember, too,” I whisper.
“I wanted to spend the rest of that night getting to know you.” He lowers his forehead to press against mine. “Why did you run?”
“I knew you thought I was one of the start up people. When you found out I was a waitress—and a college student—you wouldn’t look at me the same way.”
He winces. “I want to say that’s not true, but you’re probably right. Not because there’s anything wrong with being a waitress, Willa. But you were too young for me. You still are.”
“Then why do you have me caged against the counter?” I glare at him.
“I shouldn’t.” He kisses the tip of my nose, then steps back. “Eat your perfectly acceptable almond butter.”
I scoop another yummy bite. “I mean, it’s just nut butter. How good could it possibly be?”
He laughs.
“What?” I put the spoon in the dishwasher.
Roman grabs a large steak from the fridge, and on the way past me again, whispers, “Your eyes give you away.”
I swallow hard and follow him to the stove. “What do you mean?”
“You get this shocked little flare in them. Like you’re surprised something so expensive could actually be worth it. You had the same look when you drank my champagne.”
“That was really good,” I breathe.
He ducks his head and brushes his lips against mine. The barest of kisses. “I like showing you how good things can be.”
The next thing he shows me is how good a steak can be. He grills it to perfection, then sets it aside to rest—another opportunity for a stolen kiss—before slicing it like a chef.
“This is incredible,” I tell him, not trying to hide how much I appreciate it once we’re sitting in the dining room. “Truly amazing. How are you such a good cook?”
“I worked in kitchens when I was a teenager,” he says.
I clatter my fork to my plate. “Get out.”
“I told you I wouldn’t judge you for being a waitress. I haven’t always been wealthy. I wasn’t a trained chef or anything, but I did a lot of bussing and dishwashing, then moved up to food prep, and I picked up some skills along the way. In another timeline, maybe I would have gone into the restaurant business. But I also picked up some real estate tips, and my life went in this direction.”
“Is that what your business is? Real estate? Not apps?”
“Everything has a tech component to it now. But yeah, my start was in property.” He flexes his hands. “There’s nothing quite like acquiring a new asset.”
“Like a security blanket, but a building?”
“Sure.” He grins at me.
“Why don’t you live here?” I wave around the space. “It’s fancy enough.”
He frowns. “I don’t need fancy.”
“So your house is a hovel?”
He rolls his eyes. “No. But I don’t care about my house. It’s just another asset. If you want to live here, we can?—”
He cuts himself off, but I heard it.
We.
