Page 91 of Boss's Baby: A Fake Fiance Romance

“Shoot,” she said. “I know we’re early, but shouldn’t we get moving? We’ve got clients to meet with, and—”

I pressed my finger to her lips. Her eyes went wide in confusion for a moment before she broke out into bright laughter. “Did you seriously do the ‘shush’ thing to me?”

“Felt right.” I grinned. “But really, we’ve got time.”

“I know you’re Mr. Confident about things like that, but I want to make sure today goes perfectly. We are in the process of starting our own marketing firm, after all.”

A lot had happened over the last month besides the two of us getting engaged. After Christmas, when Dad had enough time to think about what to do about me, he and I had a sit down to discuss matters.

He’d moved past the lies, and the grandkid on the way had done a lot to soften him up about the whole matter. But there was still the issue of how I’d broken his trust and gone against his wishes for the company.

So, we came to an agreement. For the time being, I was out at Taylor. It wasn’t easy to hear, but the man made a good point—how could he trust me to run the place when he couldn’t trust me to keep my word with him? We put together a perfunctory press release about how I was moving on for the time being—the last fudging of the truth we’d allow—and that my time at the company I’d known since I was a kid was over.

The arrangement was this: I’d spend some time out in the world on my own. There, I’d work and build something for myself. And I’d do it honestly. If I could pull this off, then maybe after a year or so I’d be the kind of man he could trust again. In the meantime, Sam agreed to help Dad with running Taylor to take the burden off his old ticker. Sam and I had our differences, but he was good at his job.

After I’d left, there was the matter of what I’d do. Taylor had been all I’d known. Did I really have what it took to make something for myself? I’d decided to talk to my new partner, of the romantic sort, to figure out what would be best for me.

It had hit us at about the exact same moment—Cass was looking to start her own firm, and I’d agreed to help her out with some seed money and contacts as part of her plan. The fake fiancée crap was done, but why not keep on with that part of it? Instead of simply throwing her some money and phone numbers and that being that, why not take an active role in the formation of what might be one of the top marketing firms in the city?

So, that’s what I’d done. Together we’d busted our asses putting together Taylor-Marten, and today was the big day we’d finally be meeting with some potential new clients. Things were about to get intense. Luckily, that’s what I lived for.

“I know, I know,” I said. “But if there’s one thing we both need to learn how to do right from the get-go, it’s keeping a, ah, work-life balance, as they say.”

She smirked. “Is that what they say?”

“That’s right.”

“Well, we’ve got the ‘work’ part sorted out for the day. What sort of ‘life’ stuff were you thinking?”

My eyes moved down her body again, lingering on her breasts.

“I know they’re like that for the kid, but I can’t help but appreciate how nice you’re…filling out.”

She laughed. “You’re such a perv sometimes.”

“Yeah, but only a perv for you. And come on—when you look as good as you do, can you really blame a guy?”

“I suppose I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“You can take more than that.” I squeezed her hip, flashing her a grin as I did.

“Hmm. You make a good case.”

“It’s why I’m in charge of client relations, after all.”

“And it is a good idea to get started on that work-life balance, I think.”

“Now you’re getting it.”

She bit her lip in that way I loved.

“And if you’re thinking about talking me out of it, you’re going to have to not do that.” I placed my fingertip on her lips.

Cass responded by narrowing her eyes in a playfully sexy way, opening her mouth, and wrapping her lips around my finger.

“And you’re definitely going to have to not do that.”

“Depends on what I want.”

“It does depend on that.”

She moved her lips farther down my finger, her eyes locked on mine. Down below the covers I felt my cock shift, coming to full rock-hard readiness. I moved my hand from her hip to her belly. She pulled back her body as I did.

“Something wrong?”

“Only…still feeling a little self-conscious about the bump. I mean, in a sexy way.”

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