Page 40 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
In my belly, the baby kicks for joy.
I take a deep breath and step onto the elevator car.
He follows. “Do you want to be a secret?”
We’ve just stormed right past the obvious first question of,do I want to be his?
I guess crawling onto his lap naked last night made it clear that I do.
“I’m nervous,” I admit.
“If it would make you feel better, I can make it loudly known that we knew each other before you started working for one of my companies.”
Oh, the confidence of powerful men. I roll my eyes. “I think the fact I’m halfway into a pregnancy covers that fact off. It’s just…your reputation is so massive. You are so massive. Literally and figuratively. And then there’s…me.”
He frowns. “What does that mean? You’re funny and sexy and sweet.”
I believe that he sees that when he looks at me.
I don’t want to tell him that’s not how anyone else in the world sees me like that.
“Willa,” he growls. “Tell me that you know how lovely you are.”
The elevator doors open, and a man about my age almost steps in before he recognizes Roman. “Oh, sorry, sir.”
Roman grabs the front of his shirt. “Do you think this woman is beautiful?”
“Uh…” The young man gives me a desperate look.
“Let him go, Roman.”
“She’s very, um, pretty? But I haven’t looked at her, I swear. Until just now because you asked. Sir.”
“Good answer.” Roman turns them around so the young man is standing in the centre of the elevator, and we are at the door. “Thank you.”
“Any time, sir!”
“Don’t call me sir.”
“Yes, s?—”
I grab Roman’s hand and tug him across the lobby. “That’s enough.”
“I’ll ask more people.”
“Please don’t.” I get in front of him and put both hands on his chest. “I will get over my nerves about dating The Thorne King.”
“Dating?” He frowns. “That sounds far too temporary.”
“Well, it’s only been one day,” I start to protest, my voice going a little tinny at the end because he’s sinking down on one knee.
In the lobby of Thorne International, at the end of the work day.
His employees stream around us.
“Willa, you have captivated me for four long months. And as you say, The Thorne King has a terrible reputation.”
“I didn’t say terrible, I don’t think,” I mutter.
