Page 14 of The Billionaire's Secret

My mind starts running to other things we could do, but I try to ignore the images of her naked in my bed. That's not what this is all about.

I want to know her. Her secrets. Everything. Then I want to fuck her and make her mine.

When I get home, I find Diana in the kitchen. The smell of whatever she's cooking fills my senses, and my body reacts to the sight of her in tight jeans and a tank top.

I swear all I want right now is to approach her and slap that perfect little ass of her.

Shoving my hands in my pockets, I take a step closer to her, leaving the bags I brought with food over the table.

"What are you cooking?"

She jumps, startled, before turning to me, her cheeks adorably red.

"Chicken alfredo," she replies, turning her back to me.

My eyes move down to her ass again.

Fuck, she isn't making this any easy.

"I brought us some Chinese. I thought we could have dinner together."

She spins on her wheels, shocked.

"Are you serious?" she asks, trying to hide her smile.

She's been with Winston for almost two weeks without seeing any adults. She's probably in need of some company, especially with someone who's gonna talk to her back.

I nod, and the smile on her face makes my heart skip a beat.

My heart isn't the only thing that reacts, but I make an effort to ignore the growing discomfort in my pants.

I help her set the table, and we sit next to each other. She looks suspicious, while she gets some food on her plate and, I watch in silence.

"Have you been eating?" I ask, suddenly realizing that maybe Winston doesn't let her eat peacefully.

She nods, and a soft moan escapes her lips when she tries the food.

Fuck, if she keeps that up, I'll end up taking her right here on the table.

"What?" she asks, stopping before taking another bite.

I shake my head. "Nothing," I tell her. "So, how was your day?"

She shrugs. "As usual. We need to baby-proof Winston's room. Soon he'll start to crawl, and there are some things there that aren't that safe. What about yours?"

I like the way she says we. Makes me feel like she's thinking about staying here. With me.

We talk about all the things we can do in Winston's room to make it safer, and I enjoy listening to her talking. "So, do you have any siblings?" I ask after a while.

Her smile vanishes, and her expression turns darker. She nods. "Yes, an older sister."

"You two don't get along?" I ask, trying to understand her sudden change.

"You can say that. She . . . well, it's complicated."

I can see Diana doesn't want to talk about it, but I need to know more about her. "So it’s just the two of you?"

She sighs, realizing I won't let the subject go. "Yes. Well, and my nephew." She avoids looking me in the eyes. "Can we please talk about something else? You have a big family, I bet yours is a lot more interesting than mine."

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