Page 3 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
But it’s not.
From deep in the bedroom suite, I hear the fiery snap of a woman’s whispering voice—soft, but clearly furious with someone.
A split-second later, I almost trip over a pair of black slip-on loafers.
Picking them up, I follow the sound to the bathroom, where I find an incredibly beautiful woman leaning back against the vanity, her eyes closed, a phone clutched tightly in her white-knuckled fist.
“What do you mean? I gave you—” She cuts herself off as she catches sight of me.
Dark, glossy waves spill in all directions around a shocked heart-shaped face. She looks like she’s come straight from anoffice, wearing a white buttoned-down shirt tucked neatly into black dress pants.
A perfectly ordinary outfit, except, as her chest heaves in frustration, I see the lush bounce of unbound tits.
She’s not wearing a bra under her shirt—and, actually, it’s barely done up.
What is she playing at?
I can’t deny how spectacular she looks, though. If she propositions me, it will be a sadness to turn her down.
For the first time in…forever? my hands ache to hold on to warm flesh. Her warm flesh, specifically.
But if she’s here for the party, that means she’s with one of the start-up companies I invest in now.
Off-limits.
My cock doesn’t get the message, unfortunately, as I stare at her, as she stares back, and then remembers that she’s on the phone.
“I can’t do this right now,” she manages to get out in a tight snarl, then she ends the call and gives me a gracious, apologetic—and maybe fearful?—look. “I’m so sorry?—”
“Don’t be,” I say, my voice rough and rasping, holding up the hand that’s wrapped around the bottle of champagne. “I interrupted your privacy, not the other way around. I didn’t think anyone would be in here. I just needed a breather from the party.”
She blinks in surprise.
I know. It’s more words than anyone expected to hear from Roman Thorne tonight.
But I will do anything to keep her here.
“I don’t think we’ve met,” I say, leaning against the door frame. “I’m Roman. And you are?”
Chapter 3
Willa
Lie,you stupid ninny.
But I’m tired, and lying takes energy I don’t have at the end of an exhausting month where I’ve had to confront some hard truths about just how alone I am in this world.
“I’m Willa,” I hear myself saying.
I can’t move, I’m frozen in place, terrified that I’m going to get fired for being in a part of the penthouse I shouldn’t be.
“Willa,” Roman says, repeating my name in a low rumble. “That’s a beautiful name. For an incredibly beautiful woman.” His mouth pulls in a rueful smile. “I shouldn’t say that, of course?—”
“It’s okay,” I stammer.
And maybe I should regret interrupting him, or encouraging him—I’m so getting fired—but the way his eyes light up like fire, it’s worth it.
“I found your shoes.” He holds them up, but doesn’t hand them over.
