Page 26 of Hired For the Billionaire's Secret Son

He deepened the kiss, allowing them to roll away on a wave of passion, to forget they had a baby in a pram, that he should be working and that Greta was somewhere in the house. Nothing mattered but the fact that he was kissing this gorgeous woman...

Ollie pulled back and looked up at him with sparkling eyes. Her breathing was faster than it had been before, and a delicate flush painted the skin of her chest, face and throat blush-pink. ‘Wow. If I haven’t told you before, you truly are an excellent kisser, Sørenson,’ she told him, her smile wide.

Kissing had never been a big thing for him until she’d come along. An orgasm had always been the end goal but, if kissing was all he could get from Ollie right now, he’d take it. He was toast, burned beyond belief.

Ollie tipped her head to the side, her brown eyes narrowing a little in concern. ‘What’s the matter?’ she asked him.

Nothing.And, because his life seemed practically perfect at that exact moment, he knew that everything was out of sync and definitely out of control. Perfect wasn’t—couldn’t be!—a gorgeous woman, and his chortling son babbling away to his soft giraffe.

He plucked Mat from his pram and carried him to the window, turning his back to her. He didn’t need her to see any emotion in his eyes. He was having a hard time dealing with it; he didn’t need to burden her with his feelings. He’d sort himself out without anyone else’s input.

Mat threw his giraffe against the glass and it dropped to the floor. Bo picked up the giraffe from the floor and handed it back to him. Mat, who thought this was a great game, tossed it again. ‘I’m good,’ he told Ollie, tossing the words over his shoulder.

She walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder and, through the fabric of his cotton shirt, he felt the gentle heat of her palm. ‘Why don’t I believe you?’ she asked softly.

He couldn’t tell her that he felt as though he was too big for his skin, as though any room that had her in it was the perfect place to be. It was too much and too soon, and he had to regain a measure of control.

He needed his old life back—he felt in control there.

And, thinking about his old life, he stumbled across a subject that would blow all his warm and fuzzy feelings away. ‘My mother wants to meet me for lunch or dinner,’ he said, standing up.

‘Could you sound more unenthusiastic if you tried?’ Ollie asked him.

Fair point.

‘Does she want to see Mat?’ Ollie asked.

Bo pulled a face and Ollie placed a hand on his arm. When his eyes met hers, he saw the astonishment on her face. ‘You haven’t told her yet?’

He shrugged.

‘Bo, you need to tell her she has a grandson!’ Ollie chided him. ‘And the longer you leave it, the harder it will be to tell her. What’s the problem, anyway?’

Oh, only that if she ignored Mat as she had him his heart would break all over again. ‘He’s not someone my mother will be excited about,’ Bo told her, walking out of his office and towards the front door, Ollie following him out.

‘Well, you can’t keep him a secret,’ Ollie pressed, still looking confused. ‘Why don’t you invite her to supper tomorrow night?’

No, he wouldn’t have wrapped his head around her meeting Mat by then. ‘I think the queen of Sørenson Media needs more than a day’s notice,’ he told Ollie. ‘Her calendar is booked up months in advance.’

‘She said she wanted to meet you for a meal,’ Ollie pointed out, sounding ridiculously reasonable. ‘Choose the venue, here or somewhere else, and introduce your son to his grandmother, Bo.’

He heard the order in her voice, the note ofdon’t mess with me, and wondered why it didn’t annoy him. He was usually too alpha to listen to anyone, and he hated taking orders. That she thought she could order him about was too funny for words; she was tiny and he out-weighed her by a hundred pounds. What wasn’t funny was the fact that he was going to do exactly as she said.

He was in a huge amount of trouble here...

CHAPTER TEN

OLLIEMADEITa habit to give everyone a fair chance, and she tried not to dislike people without getting to know them, but Bo’s mum, Bridget, was the exception to that rule.

She did not like her—at all.

In Mat’s nursery, she walked the length of his too-small room, holding the sleeping baby in her arms. It had taken her a long time to get him to settle, and she’d yet to place him in his cot. Mostly because she thought that, if she did, she might use her free hands to wrap them around Bo’s mum’s throat and squeeze it.

Ollie glared at the mobile hanging over Mat’s bed. She’d encountered many rich people in her line of work, her employees and their friends, and she’d dealt with more snobs than most people should. She’d encountered the snooty and the disdainful, the bossy and the belligerent, but Bridget took the cake.

She was truly awful.

Dear Lord, she felt sorry for whomever got her in the mother-in-law lottery draw. Warm and engaging she was not...

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