Page 108 of Accidental Theirs
The appointment is at four in the afternoon, so I’m leaving work early. That’s what I'd gone into Damien’s office to tell him, it had just turned into something more.
As it seems to often do when we’re alone together, even for a moment.
It’s like he can’t get enough of me, and that’s swoon-worthy right there.
I call Sebastian, and he picks up on the second ring.
“Hey there, little girl,” he drawls, and he sounds so much different than the last time I saw him that it startles me a little.
He’s back to his playful self, it seems.
What was different about that day?
“Hey.” I’m a bit flustered after that greeting, but I try to ignore the heat on my cheeks. “Are you busy at around four today?”
He pauses. “I can be free if you need me.”
I huff out a breath. “I do. I have my first ultrasound, and I don’t have anyone to go with me. Everyone’s so busy with the merger...”
“I’ll be there. Send me the location.”
He doesn’t even try to protest, and I can’t help that it makes happiness surge through me. He’s been so supportive through all of this, and I hope he knows that it means a lot to me.
He’s the only one of them who isn’t vying for my attention, just being there for me, and maybe it’s a result of his age and maturity.
Maybe dating older men is what I should have done all along.
Then maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess.
I leave the office at three fifteen, wanting to beat traffic, and I arrive early. I’m surprised to see Sebastian’s American muscle car already there.
He stands up against the hood, his arms crossed.
He drops them when he sees me get out of the car, smiling.
He hovers his hand at the small of my back to usher me into the doctor’s office, and when his fingers brush my bare skin under my blouse, I shiver.
“Cold?” he murmurs close to my ear, and I nod, not wanting to reveal that his touch affects me so.
He takes off his suit jacket, draping it around my shoulders, and his cologne assaults my senses, making my skin tingle.
I don’t know what he wears, but it smellsgood.
I go up to sign myself in, and he sits down in one of the chairs, crossing one leg over the other. I sit next to him when they’re finished taking my insurance card and information, jiggling my leg.
He puts a large hand on my thigh to stop me.
“Everything’s going to be okay, Olivia.”
“But what if it’s not?” I whisper, not wanting to be overheard in the small office. “What if something’s wrong?”
He squeezes my thigh. “Then we’ll deal with it. But right now, we don’t know anything. So, don’t stress. Okay?”
I worry my lip between my teeth, but nod.
He’s right. There’s no need to jump to the worst-case scenario right now.
It takes nearly twenty minutes for the doctor to call me back, and Sebastian follows me without me telling him to.
