Page 133 of Treason's Temptation
Tired of overthinking the perfect script, I stepped into his office. The lamp cast a soft glow, highlighting every sharp line of his face. He didn’t look up right away because he was in his element, and I was about to drop a grenade right into the middle of it.
“Wassup, Blue?”
“I um,” Fumbling with my nightgown, all the words I rehearsed escaped me. When I didn’t respond, he finally looked up. “I’m pregnant.”
“You sure?” His voice was steady, revealing nothing.
I nodded. “Two tests. Both positive.”
For a moment, silence swallowed us whole. His expression didn’t shift—no widened eyes, no cursing under his breath, nothing. Just Treason, sitting there like I’d told him it was supposed to rain tomorrow. Then his pen tapped against the desk, and I knew.
He was freaking the fuck out, too.
Treason leaned back in his chair, signaling me closer. I crossed the room without a word and climbed into his lap like I’d done it a thousand times before. One leg draped over his, my cheek pressed to his chest, using it as a pillow. Then he kissed my head, bringing his arms around me to grab his iPad.
“Breathe,” he whispered, “We’ll figure it out.”
I knew underneath all that controlled composure, Treason Westbrook was just as undone as I was. It made me curious. Was he afraid I didn’t want it or that I did? Asking right now would produce a polished response that irritated me more than I wanted.
“Do I have to go to dinner?” I mumbled.
“I’m trying, so I have to say no.”
“But?”
“No, buts. It’s on you.”
“But my brain hurts.”
My head bobbed against his chest as he laughed.
“Now you want somebody to tell yo’ ass what to do.”
“You love giving orders. Don’t fail me now.”
“Lay here until it’s time to go. If you don’t want to, don’t.”
It was hard to relax when my brain was in a muddle, trying to figure out if this was a trap or genuine concern. Turns out it wasn’t a trick. He gifted me a hall pass tonight that I didn’t even want to use anymore. He needed me, so I got dressed, pushed my shoulders back, and walked into Treason’s eyes. He smiled with a slight nod, holding the elevator as I joined him.
Stepping between his gapped legs, I leaned back into his chest.
“When we get home, I’m gonna show you exactly what this kind of loyalty earns you.”
He lowered his chin, sweeping kisses from my shoulder to my jaw.
“Face down, legs shaking, voice gone.”
“That’s how we gothere,” I blushed against my will, “Too soon.”
Thankfully, the elevator opened, because I didn’t know how much more I could take. His raspy voice had me ready to stay home and take the spanking instead of praise. With one hand resting on his thigh, he drove through the city like he owned more than just the road. Parking along the curb, I sighed at the flash blinding me through the window, even with the tint. This was the part of Treason’s life I hated the most.
The thought of bringing a baby into it had me in a daze when he opened the door to help me out. His hand tightened at the small of my back, that grounding pressure he always used when he knew my nerves were buzzing.
The velvet edge of entitlement sliced through the chaos in a red dress and heels.
“Hey baby.”
“What are you doing here?” I whispered as she wrapped me in a hug.
