Page 34 of Baby For The Billionaire Silver Fox

I deposited him in the back seat, and he lay down, content to be there. After a quick stop for dog food, we headed to my place.

“You know, I’ve never been to your place. I’m looking forward to seeing it. Which closet are those skeletons in?”

“The locked one, of course. And don’t think you’re getting a key,” I said.

We pulled up to the warehouse parking lot and got out. Nicole looked around, confused. The warehouse was nothing fancy, and in fact, had seen better days.

“This doesn’t look like anything one would call home-sweet-home. Where are you hiding the bathtub?”

I live in a loft upstairs. The warehouse is still being renovated, but the loft was completed last year. I’m considering adding some more lofts on top since the space is there. I easily carried the dog onto the elevator and got out at my front door.

I gave Nicole the key to unlock it and nodded for her to go ahead of me. “Early evening lights on,” I commanded the smart house system.

I hid a smile as I watched Nicole’s face.

“Wow, nice digs.” She looked around in bewilderment, trying to take it all in—the reclaimed lumber, metal beams, recycled brick, the plants, and the understated but luxurious furnishings.

“Who are you?” she asked. “Because clearly, you can’t afford this on a part-time grocery store salary.”

I put the dog down gently, wondering if we should have given him an opportunity to take care of any business while we were still outside.

“Jewel thief? High-paid hitman? Child of a successful porn star? Trust fund baby?”

“None of the above.”

“I know,” she said, snapping her fingers. “Man-whore, aka gigolo?

I huffed at that one and pushed her toward the bathroom.

“Secret billionaire with secret skeletons. Sounds like the perfect book boyfriend. You’re not going to answer me?”

“We can talk later. Right now, there’s a dog that needs our attention.”

The free-standing tub had high sides, but that didn’t stop the water from going everywhere whenever the dog shook himself or tried to get out. Nicole had wisely taken her flannel shirt off so it would remain dry. She was there, by my tub, in the fitted tank top that left nothing to my imagination. But keeping the dog in the tub and cleaning him up took most of my concentration. Dammit.

Eventually, we got him clean and fluffed up with an oversized plush towel. We looked at each other with a sense of accomplishment.

“Whew. I’m glad you’ve got a sense of humor. My dad would have had a cow at this mess, even though it’s just water,” Nicole said.

“Are you comparing me to your dad? I’m not old enough to be your father,” I said, annoyed.

“Oh no, that’s not how I meant it. I certainly don’t see you as a father figure to me. Believe me, I see you in amuchdifferent way, age be damned.“ She sounded flustered.

“I don’t take baths, so it’s nice to see the tub get used,” I segued. “However, wet dog is not my favorite scent to wear. But you smell like it too, so that evens it out.”

“You have this big, beautiful tub, and you don’t use it?”

“I might someday.” I was picturing both of us in there, her on my lap. Bubbles were prominent, and I had the soap lathered in my hands, ready to slide over her body. I mentally shook off the picture before my dick got hard.

Nicole made herself at home in the kitchen and searched the cupboards for bowls to hold the dog food and water. She gave him just a small amount of each.

“We shouldn’t overdo it. If he has too much all at once, he’s going to barf it back up.” She looked a little green at the thought.

“Good plan. Let’s sit on the couch and have something to drink. Then we can give him some more later after we see how he handles it.”

She followed me into the living area and stood in front of the big window, enjoying the view. The warehouse was the equivalent of two stories, and with my loft on top, it was more like I was on the third floor.

“In the summer, I like to sit out on my rooftop deck. It can be very relaxing at night, especially in the hot tub. What would you like to drink? I’m going to have a whiskey.”

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