Page 10 of The Boss's Possession

Carson let her go, but rather than allow her to do the dishes on her own, he grabbed a towel and began to help.

“Ah, so not only do you cook, you know how to dry dishes?” she asked.

“I know how to do it all. I simply pay people to do it for me.”

Willow kept smiling, but he saw it diminish as they came close to the end. She was nervous.

He knew sex wouldn’t happen tonight. First, he wanted her to get used to his presence. Only then would sex be in the cards. And the rest of their lives would be in motion.

Carson had no intention of wearing a condom. The moment he fucked Willow, he planned to make her pregnant. He couldn’t wait to see her ripe and swollen with his child.

“I think I should give you the tour,” he said. He reached for her hand and took her through his penthouse. “You’ve seen the kitchen.” He took her to the living room, the dining room, which of course she had already seen, but he was trying to make her relax. He showed her his office, the bedroom, and even took her to the en suite. “But there is one room I really want to show you.”

“Is it a torture chamber?” she asked.

He burst out laughing. “You tell me.” He twisted the doorknob and swung it open, and reached for the light switch, illuminating her sewing room.

Willow stepped inside and gasped.

“Holy shit,” she said and then covered her mouth.

“I wasn’t sure where you’d want everything, but I researched and with the help of your grandma—”

“Grandma helped you?” Willow asked.

“Yes. She was rather impressed, if I do say so myself.”

Willow laughed. “Oh my … this is insane. This is what I have always dreamed about. Back home, Mom and Dad were hoping to convert the basement to something like this, but they never got around to it, and then … yeah. Wow.”

“So, these are new machines. All your stuff will be here tomorrow, including your fabric.” He moved to the far wall. “Again, your grandma made some selections of fabric and in different lengths as well. It was her parting gift to you.”

Willow pressed her lips together and he saw the tears in her eyes. “Thank you.”

She walked up to him and he didn’t know if she was going to slap him, but she suddenly threw her arms around him.

“Thank you.”

“I hope you like it.”

“Grandma liked you, didn’t she?”

He smirked. He couldn’t help it. “I don’t know if she liked me, but when I said I was building a sewing room for her granddaughter, she seemed to like me a little more.”

“And I can use it?” she asked.

“Whenever you like.”

“I’ve always wanted my own sewing room. I know Grandma said I could move in with her, and there was a lot of space, but I just … I didn’t want to intrude and I wanted my independence, you know. This is … there are no … thank you so much.”

“Hopefully, it works.” Carson had an idea of Willow being barefoot, heavily pregnant, and wandering this room. Once she was pregnant, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d need to purchase a house. He was already checking available properties to find one that would suit their needs.

“What do you mean?”

“In helping you to see a life with me. To want to be with me.”

Chapter Three

The following day in the shop, Willow tried not to think too hard about the previous night. After the revelation of her new sewing room, Carson had taken her to the bedroom. He’d given her some time to get ready for bed before he returned to join her.

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