Page 64 of Unwilling Vow (Mafia Marriages 4)

I don’t give any indication of what I’ve got planned. “A few weeks ago. Guess again,” I say.

“Movie night?”

It’s a good guess, considering we had discussed watching a movie to unwind for the night. “That’s not the surprise, but we can have a movie night after the surprise if you’re still awake.”

“I give up.” She opens the door to her bedroom. A massage table is situated in the center of the room, across from her bed. “What do we have here?” She glances at me over her shoulder. “Did you hire me a private masseuse?”

Will she be disappointed when she finds out that I planned to give her a personal massage? Maybe I should have hired someone so that it wouldn’t be deemed inappropriate.

Fuck me.

She’s staring at me with that seductive sparkle in her gorgeous blue eyes, waiting for me to answer.

“I was going to give you that private massage. Unless you’re uncomfortable and I could ask one of my men—”

“No!” she blurts before I can finish my sentence. I’m not sure whether she thought I was going to suggest one of the other men watch or give her a massage. It doesn’t make much difference.

I try not to chuckle at her outburst. “How about you head into the bathroom and get undressed? There’s a robe hanging on the back of the door for you to change into.”

“You thought of everything,” Olivia says as she saunters into the bathroom.

I remove my blazer and loosen my tie. It’s still warm in her bedroom. I undo a few buttons on my dress shirt. I want to wear something far more casual, but I’m too lazy to head across the hall. I’m also concerned if I do leave the room, Olivia might change her mind.

I’m thrilled with the prospect of giving her a massage and touching her. I shouldn’t be this excited, but she’s carrying my unborn child. Something is thrilling and scandalous with the fact she’s my employee, and everything we’re doing has been kept a secret.

How much longer can we keep this secret from the world? The media will be hounding my office soon enough.

The door clicks, and Olivia slowly saunters out. The white terry-cloth robe pulled around her. She’s holding it to keep me from getting an eyeful. It’s big and was supposed to be a maternity fit, but I didn’t exactly know which size to get for her.

“Where do you want me?” she asks. There’s a smirk on her face, like she’s trying to flirt with me but cautious at the same time. She could easily excuse her comment as innocent if need be.

“On the bed—the massage bed,” I clarify and clear my throat.

What is wrong with me?

Oh right, my member is growing hard just looking at her in a robe. How pathetic is that? Not that Olivia isn’t sexy because she is, but she isn’t even showing an inch of skin.

I shouldn’t be this reactive to her near-nakedness. Of course, it doesn’t help that I’ve been celibate for months since she moved in with me. A guy has needs, and mine aren’t being met.

Long hot showers don’t do it justice.

I wanther.

But I won’t cross that line without her consent, and even with it, I don’t want to ruin what we have. It’s perfect. She’s carrying my daughter.

If I fuck this up, I don’t know how she’ll react or what she’ll do.

She’s pregnant, and while I recognize that she’s not fragile, she is hormonal. I don’t want to be the cause of a very pissed-off Olivia Summers.

“Do you have a sheet or something that I can cover up with?” Olivia asks.

Her innocence is sweet and rather endearing.

It takes everything within me not to pounce on her.

“Yes,” I say and retrieve a white cotton sheet that was folded on the side table with the massage oils.

“Would you turn around?” She gestures with her finger for me to turn and face the opposite direction.

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