Page 22 of Unsure in Love

The problem is I’m hiding a whole baby from you.

My messed up emotional state might cause a slip of the tongue. The last thing I wanted was to blab my secret. I gave him a once-over in his fancy suit. I’d gathered he was well off when I met him, but I didn’t imagine this well off. What if I told him about the baby and he accused me of going after his money or something? My pride couldn’t take that.

“I just can’t…”

Eyebrows raised, Damian regarded me with bemusement. Did he think I was a massive bitch? I mean, I asked him to take a hike after our one-night stand, and here I was still being difficult.

It wasn’t like he’d purposely found me. I stumbled into his part of the world. Holding Damian’s gaze, my resolve crumbled. What was the harm in having a polite conversation with the man? “I’ve got a few minutes.”

Maybe those few minutes would get me into trouble since he had haunted my thoughts for the last few months.

He smiled, and I swear my panties slipped a little. My knees definitely got weak. Did pregnancy hormones cause that? No way could the effect of his smile alone be that potent.

“Great. Follow me,” he said.

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“Holy hell on toast. Is this an office or a freaking penthouse apartment?” My eyes swiveled around the ritzy, spacious room. There were floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. If this were my office, I’d likely spend all day staring at the gorgeous skyline view from this high up instead of getting work down.

A humongous polished desk sat angled in front of one window and two brown leather couches added texture to the room. They looked large enough to sleep comfortably on. There was even a minibar and refrigerator in one corner. The only thing missing was a kitchen and a bed. The office was bigger than my entire apartment.

Damian’s deep chuckle poured over my eardrums, and I actually shivered. “Well, I practically live here, so I made sure it’s comfortable.” He gestured to one of the leather sofas. “Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Water. Please.” Gulping, I tentatively made my way over to the sofa to take a seat.

“You can relax, Cass. I don’t bite.”

“What?”

“You look so tense. I’m afraid you'll snap into pieces.”

My lips parted and closed. Of course, I was tense. I was preggers because of him! “I’m just still in shock after seeing you, that’s all. How crazy is this, huh?” My nervous laughter made me cringe. I’d always been much cooler than this under pressure.

Damian took a seat close to me and offered me a bottle. “Crazy is one word for it.”

I accepted the water with a forced smile. His proximity had me hot and bothered. What was that cologne he wore? The delicious fragrance had been ingrained in my memory. It made my olfactory sense go haywire. The bold mixture of fresh, woody, earthy aromas with a hint of warm cinnamon fit the man perfectly. It was intense like him. I unconsciously leaned closer to him and when I realized what I was doing, I pulled back.

Remembering the bottle of water I held, I murmured, “Thanks.” I then took a few sips. All the while, I eyed him warily. Sitting this close, he couldn’t see anything different about my body, could he? He was very observant. I squirmed a little as he studied me.

Oh, God.

He’d totally noticed.

“I’m actually happy about this crazy coincidence,” he announced.

I blew out a breath. Why did I just panic? Unless there was a “I am pregnant” flashing neon sign over my head, he wouldn’t know. I was barely showing and if none of my nosey sisters had noticed, there was no way Damian could… unless he saw me naked. That wasn’t likely to happen. Unfortunately…

Smoothing a hand over my loose-fitting T-shirt, I met his gaze. His eyes were steady on me, which made my cheeks burn. There was just something about his penetrating stare that made me readily blush.

“Really?” I asked. “Even after…?”

“You told me to fuck off?”

My jaw dropped. “I did not!”

His soft chuckle made my toes curl in my shoes. “I’m kidding… but not really. You did all but imply that you wanted me to get lost, but you were polite about it.”

I still felt horrible about that morning. Rubbing my forehead and fighting the heat threatening to consume me, I averted my gaze. “Look, I’m sorry about that.”

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