Page 28 of Wicked Attraction

Without waiting for an order or a word of thanks, Thomas turned on his heels and left the dining room.

“Do you have to be an asshole every waking moment?” Kat glared at me, the hate in her eyes so visceral I could practically feel it.

“Not every waking moment,” I shot back with a smile. “Sometimes I’m very nice.” Though I couldn’t think of one person who might agree with that lately.

“Whatever,” she growled and stood as she shoved the chair back with her legs, nearly knocking the damn thing over. “I’m out of here.”

“We’re not done here.”

“Yeah, well, Iamdone here, Jasper. You can do your whole dick-swinging thing for everyone else just to let us all know you’re in charge, but that doesn’t do shit for me. My job is what it is. You can micromanage everyone else, but I’m fucking out of here. Enjoy thefamilydinner.”

Her derisive words, her scorn, left a tense silence along with the sound of her heels fading as her angry strides grew further from the dining room.

She actually fucking left. Of course, she did.

Kat thought she was impervious to consequences, but I’d show her just how wrong she was about that.

CHAPTERTWELVE

Mo

The last goddamn thing I needed after the news I just got was to strap on a tight t-shirt with the Midnight Mass logo splashed across my tits—sensitive-as-fuck tits, thank you very much—and work a double shift.

Not that I had anything better to do or would have anything better for the next forty weeks or so because according to the doctor, I was knocked the fuck up.

Pregnant.

With child.

I sighed as I stuffed my purse and jacket into an employee locker and tied on my apron, mind racing with the news. Exactly twenty-one days ago, I had sex.

No, what I’d had was a good, hard, and incredibly hot fuck with Jasper Ashby, and now his baby was growing in my belly. It was unreal. Fuck that, it was unbelievable, and I felt like I was in a daze, walking around in a surreal dream states common after a shock or a trauma.

I should be happy. After all, Jasper was the man of my dreams. He was hot and rich, and ruthless as fuck. He valued his family; he protected them fiercely and looked after them first and foremost.

Any girl and any child would be lucky to be loved so intensely. But the truth was, Jasper didn’t love me, and he’d never be mine. He looked at me and saw an easy lay, a paid fuck. He didn’t see a baby mama, never mind a girlfriend, fiancée, or wife.

“Glad to see you value your job after all,” Jasper growled at me from the door that led into the employee locker room. He was in a mood today, grumpy as hell. I couldn’t bring myself to give a shit, though, which was odd because where this man was concerned, I couldn’t seem tonotgive a shit.

“I’m feeling better today, so I’m here. But I’ll tell you what, Boss, the next time I’m puking all over the place, I’ll come in. The customers will love it, and I’m sure it’ll do great things for my tips. And your ratings.”

Unfortunately, I’d probably be feeling sick as fuck a lot for the next few months, and I would come in and do my job. Babies were expensive, and I didn’t plan to give up my cushy lifestyle. Not that I’d have to once Jasper found out about the baby.

“How about you just don’t get sick in the first place?”

I threw my head back and laughed at that ridiculous statement. Jasper was so used to being King in his world, to running shit to his exacting standards that he—only he—would think a person could control when and if they got sick.

“Sure. Not even you are that powerful, Jasper.”

His jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared at my words, and dammit, I felt heat snake its way down my whole body and settle between my thighs.

“Don’t test me, Mo.”

I laughed again and shook my head as I changed out of my pink sneakers and into a pair of black stilettos that did beautiful things for my ass and legs.

“You may look like a God and reign over your empire like a King, but not even you can control when you get sick.”

“I never get sick.”

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