Page 29 of Baby For The Billionaire Silver Fox

“You seem a little not yourself tonight,” I said quietly.

“I’m exhausted, yet wired,” she admitted. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Give me your foot.”

“What? Why?”

“I give good foot massages, practically guaranteed to relax you enough so you sleep well tonight. Swing your legs over here,” I ordered in mock seriousness. I turned so my back was against the arm of the couch.

She twisted from her spot on the other end of the couch to face me, and her feet rested on my thigh. I centered one foot and began the massage. She tipped her head back momentarily and groaned. I was instantly hard. But that wasn’t my intention, and I tried to ignore it.

“You should have those hands registered,” she said. “Do you give back massages too?”

I tried not to look at her dark eyes and just focus on her foot. “Feet are my specialty,” I said, trying desperately to keep it light. I worked diligently, massaging every inch of her foot and ankle. She groaned again when I hit a particularly sensitive spot on her inner arch, and I made the mistake of looking at her face. Her eyes were dark orbs looking at me in a way that made my dick jump. Fuck.

I stopped on that foot and quickly grabbed her other one, pulling it front and center. I yanked a little too enthusiastically, and it was touching my junk.

I heard a little gasp from Nicole, and before I could readjust her foot so there was space, she was pushing it firmly into me. She rocked from heel to toes over my bulge and back, trying to feel all of it.

We looked at each other for a second, not knowing what to do next. I could see the desire in her eyes. Suddenly she jerked her foot back. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. My toes seem to have a mind of their own.”

I stood and pulled her up. “It seems you, ah, have an effect on me, Nicole.” Although it stung a little, I laughed at her slightly horrified expression. “Don’t worry. I won’t ravish you. Not tonight anyway.” I gave her a wink and left. I didn’t trust myself to give her a goodnight kiss. There were limits to my restraint.

I managed to push the desirable puzzle that was Nicole aside during work the next day. I made myself as useful as possible and talked to all my favorite customers. There weren’t many people I didn’t like, and only a few that could occasionally irritate me.

I saw one such irritator come in, and I tried to duck to another aisle, but he’d spotted me.

“Hey, Big Dan! Glad I happened to run into you,” Cyrus said with a wide grin while rolling his sleeves up. It looked like he was anticipating something extraordinary was about to happen. Oddly, it reminded me of Lexi before she trounced us at game night last night.

“Hey,” I answered with a nod and crossed my arms so my biceps bulged. I pulled up to my full height, and at 6‘2″, I towered over him. Shit, I was going all alpha-male just because he liked Nicole’s looks.

I uncrossed my arms, trying to relax. “What’s up?”

“Have you made a decision about running for mayor yet? I hear you have campaign contributions coming in, so that sounds like you’re going to run. Any insights you’d like to give me?”

“Let’s nip this in the bud. I am not running.”

He looked disappointed for a moment, then spoke again. “That’s too bad, but okay. So I have another question. Is there anything going on between you and Nicole? Because if there isn’t, I’d like to ask her out.”

I crossed my arms again and barely stopped myself from growling. “I don’t own her. It’s up to her if she wants to go out with you or not.” That’s what my lips said, but it wasn’t what my body said.

He backed away and said uncertainly, “Okay, um, good to know. Thanks. I’ll see you around.”

I watched him walk away. She wouldn’t be interested in him, would she? But I didn’t know what made good boyfriend material in Nicole’s eyes.

She told me she just wanted to be friends with me, which I assumed was because she would be moving on in a few months. But what if the real reason was she just wasn’t that into me? Fuck, she had me feeling like an uncertain adolescent. And why did I care anyway?

- 11 -

Nicole

ThankGodIwasasked to come in early to the hospital today. I was tired of being alone with my thoughts. The foot massage last night had not helped me sleep better. Oh no, quite the opposite. I couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of Dan’s hard bulge beneath the sole of my foot, and every time I did, it caused darts of electricity to shoot from my toes to my heart.

Apparently, you can still want sex even when you’re pregnant. I hadn’t given that any thought before. I wondered how that worked logistically in the last trimester.

Damn, girl. Don’t fucking go there.Concentrate on your job, not Big Dan’s big you-know-what.

I pulled my shoulders back in determination and walked down the hall to my next patient’s room. “How are you doing, Miss Julie? It looks like it’s time to change your IV.”

---