Page 42 of Baby For The Billionaire Silver Fox

Nicole quickly pulled her hands out of mine and turned to go. “You’d better get back to the restaurant. Remember you left Mandy in there.”

“And my burger and fried brussel sprouts,” I replied, which was much more pressing. “Talk soon?”

“Sure.” I watched her go, and I didn’t want her to, not with this hanging in the air.

Mandy was frowning when I returned to the table.

“So, who exactly is this Nicole?” Mandy demanded when I took my seat.

“A friend.”

“What kind of friend? Like a girlfriend or afriendfriend?

I scratched my head as I thought about it. “I would say somewhere stuck between the two.”

Mandy gave me a disapproving frown and pouted through the meal. She perked back up when we left the restaurant.

“The night is young. What do you want to do now?”

“Go home and sleep. I’ve got an early shift tomorrow.”

Mandy tapped her foot and frowned again.

“What? You asked.” I wasn’t going to participate in whatever game she was playing.

“Boring.”

“Sorry to disappoint you once again. There is a great jazz bar on the next street. Would you like me to drop you there, and you can Uber back to your hotel later?”

Mandy bit her lip. “About that. The hotel was full tonight, so I can’t get in until tomorrow. I was hoping I could stay with you for the night.”

Fuck. I was beginning to see where she wanted this to go. I said in frustration, “I have a small spare room, as I’m sure you noticed during the home tour. You can sleep there. Tonight only.” There was a time when I would have given anything to have her back. But that was a long time ago.

“Thank you, you’re a sweetheart,” she let out a sigh of relief. I didn’t buy it. In fact, I didn’t trust her. And I certainly wasn’t sleeping with her, even though I was sure that was her intention. I would lock my bedroom door tonight.

I laughed to myself. It seemed pretty funny that I, a red-blooded male, was willing to reject a beautiful woman’s advances. But I only wanted one woman, and that woman was Nicole.

God, I wanted her.

Early the next morning, I had just brewed a pot of coffee when Mandy came into the kitchen in some sexy little pajama number—silky short shorts and a matching tight cami with no bra. I still wasn’t interested.

I poured us both coffee, and I was just about to remind her she needed to be gone from my place soon when I heard a knock on my door.

I prayed it was Bennett, but my worst fears were realized when I opened it.

It was Nicole. She smiled at me. “I came for the bag of dog food like we’d talked about. You’re right; no sense letting it go to waste. In exchange, I brought some of Lexi’s muffins that were just sitting there on a plate at Nana’s. They looked like they were begging to be eaten, so that made me think of you.”

I laughed, and so did she.

“Wow, that last sentence came out all shades of wrong if you have a dirty mind. Which apparently, we both do.”

“Daniel, who’s here?” Mandy squeezed between my body and the door and smiled smugly at Nicole.

Nicole took in what Mandy was wearing with upraised eyebrows.

“Oh my, aren’t you cute in your little skimpy thing there. I bet that gets you some action when you wear it.”

Mandy flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and gave Nicole a tight smirk before looking up at me. “Is the coffee ready? I didn’t sleep much last night.”

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