Page 70 of Faking Love with the Billionaire Boss

“Has Damon seen you about next week?” I ask.

She nods as she tugs on her jacket. “He took me to meet Richard Mason, and he showed me around NASA.”

I chuckle. Kip, Damon, and I referred to our computer working area at home as NASA from the age of about eleven, and when we first opened our company, the name stuck. Now everyone calls the area where the programmers work NASA.

“I’ve got a desk,” she says. “And a computer all of my own.”

“I’m glad.” I smile.

She holds my gaze for a moment. Then she says, “I asked Richard if the company has a plan for if the Daleks attack. He says steps have been put in place.”

That makes me laugh. “Both Kip and Damon will be around if you need anything while I’m away next week.”

Her smile fades a little. “Oh, I forgot, you’re going to Auckland for the week, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I’m also overseeing Titus’s company, so I’m sharing myself between here and his office in Auckland. I’ll be back next Saturday morning. Have you got your phone? I want to give you Kip and Damon’s numbers.”

“That’s not necessary…”

“Get your phone out.” I glare at her until she pouts and retrieves her phone. Then I tell her both numbers, and she programs them in. “Okay. Anything you need, just give them a call.”

“All right. Mathew rang me with my blood test results.”

“Oh? And?”

“He said everything’s okay. A tiny bit anemic, but not too much to worry about.” She gives a relieved smile.

“That’s great news.”

“He’s made me an appointment for next Friday for the twenty-week anatomy scan, and a meeting with Angela afterward.”

“So… you’ve decided to stay with the clinic?”

She bites her bottom lip. Then she gives me a mischievous look and says, “Kennedy says you did the dirty deed, you’re a naughty boy, and I should make you pay for it because it’s only what you deserve.”

I give a short laugh. “That sounds like her. So, you agree?”

“No,” she scolds. “But you are the father, and I think it’s lovely that you want the best for the babies. And so I’m not going to say no.”

I smile. “Thank you.”

She picks up her purse and her box of chocolates.

“Catie?”

“Yeah?”

“Get yourself some decent food, will you? You’ve still got the credit card?”

“Yeah.”

“Whatever you need for you or the babies, please.”

“Sir, yes sir!” She walks around the desk, then smiles and comes up to me. “Thank you,” she murmurs, and she reaches up and kisses me on the cheek. Then she goes out, casting me one final glance over her shoulder before she disappears around the corner.

I huff a sigh and grumble as I walk back to my office. I know she won’t use the card. How can I get some fucking food down her neck? I’d do an online order for her, but she might refuse to take the delivery. When I get back, I’ll have to take her to the supermarket and force her to fill a trolley.

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