Page 6 of Billionaire's Baby Mistake

Just think, if you solve this now, you can forget about that dumb gala…the thought is enough to spur me on. The idea of forgetting about all that stress is enough to send me forward.

Knock, knock…As I wait for him to answer, I tug on my skirt and smooth my hair, needing to look my best at least. I get the impression that Alex likes me a lot, anyway, and Dad did describe me as “his type”, but I want to give myself the best shot at getting what I need, whatever it takes. Once inside, I can figure out the details from there. But getting behind that door is myeverythingright now.

But it quickly becomes apparent that he isn’t here. No one is answering, which means the room is empty. I move on tiptoes and press my ear against the door to check if anything secretive is going on, but nothing… just a ringing silence that wrecks every bit of my plan. I tug on the handle, just in case, even though I already know it won’t be open. When it doesn’t budge, a sense of disappointment fills me to the core.

I still feel that I need to do something. I can’t just leave this opportunity behind because I might never get it again. What can I do that will be enough? First, I need to grab Alex’s attention to make my intentions clear without doing anything that could damage my reputation. I need him to know that I’m trying to seduce him without doing anything to harm me if anyone else sees it.

I wander through the building in dismay, trying to find inspiration - the perfect plan - and then as if by magic, I stumble across it. The photocopier. It isn’t something I’ve ever done before, but surely I can use it to create something visual and extraordinary. Something to spark Alex’s imagination and have him begging for me. If I do it in the right way, he will know that it’s me, while no one else will.

I move closer, glancing around to check that no one is around, before tugging up my skirt nervously. I will pull my panties down and photocopy my butt. This might seem like a silly prank to other people, but I think he’ll see the sexy side and intent behind it. The best part about it is that I have a cute bunny tattoo just underneath my ass, so if I wear the right clothes tomorrow, he’ll be able to see it and know what I want. I think the pictures will get him going. I can tell that man has a wild side he just loves to unleash.

I do it quickly, knowing the cleaners are still around the building, before grabbing a folder to hide the image. Then with a grin, I walk back to Alex’s office and slide the file underneath the door. That has to work to get me in there, I’m sure of it. But as I return to my office and grab my belongings to return to my apartment after another successful day, I can’t stop imagining Alex’s face as he sees the picture. I find myself wanting him to like it for more than one reason. I know I shouldn’t, but I’d like him to be attracted to me, anyway. I’d like him to get rock hard looking at a picture of my butt…

Stop it now!I scold myself.He is the enemy.I don’t want to start falling for this idiot playboy, the one I swore I wouldn’t. I don’t evenlikehim, not really… but he has a certain charm. I can certainly understand why women fall for him, and it isn’t just for his good looks and money… it’s because he seems to have a surprisingly lovely personality too.

My main problem is that I’ve never gone for a nice guy before. I have only fallen for the bad boy, asshole type with only one thought in his mind… breaking my heart. I don’t know what attracts me to the rough looking, idiotic guy who will screw anyone that walks; they have only been the ones to get my heart pounding faster. It’s a shame because I want to fall in love for real, but it will never happen with the sort of guys I usually fall for. The leather clad, sexy, aloof and moody guys who make me feel incredible are never going to last forever, least of all because of their wandering eyes. They aren’t the forever types, and they never will be.

Despite Alex’s reputation as just that, I don’t see that version. Deep down, I think he’s a nice guy looking for love. If it weren’t for the things that have happened between our families and the fact that we’re enemies – even if he doesn’t realize it – I would consider him seriously. He’s very hot, with the whole tall, dark, and handsome thing going on, but of course, he’s much more. He’s Peter Bryson’s son, the man who ruined my family. I can’t see him as anything other than the man I need to hate.

Then again, maybe it’s taboo or the fact that we’re enemies that makes me feel these confusing and sexy things for him. If that weren’t the case, I wouldn’t even look at him twice - although I doubt it with that face. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. That isn’t why I’m here, trying to seduce him. All I need to do is get in the office and grab what I need. Then I can get the hell away from this very nightmare, and get the fuck on with my life… whatever my life will be.

I think I’m doing it, Dad- trying to keep my focus.I’ll have it all finished in no time… then, you can have your own life back too…whatever that might look like for both of us.He needs it; after all Dad’s done for me, this is the least I can do for him.

Alex

Ugh,Iamnotlooking forward to going to work today. I’m more than a little hungover after a night on the booze, and this is the last place I need to be in the freaking world. I shouldn’t have drunk too much last night, and usually I don’t when I have to be in the office the next day, but at the moment, my emotions are all over the place concerning Zaya. I needed something to take the edge off.

However, once I step inside my office, and see a brown envelope sitting on the ground, it piques my interest, making me forget the intense throbbing in my head. But, of course, I already know it isn’t something work related because no one leaves documents that way. After all, it goes through Nina first, so it has to be something different.

Unfortunately, I left the office early yesterday, so I have no idea who would have been here late to slip this under my door. As I sit behind my desk and open it, my heart starts to beat even faster. This is a photocopied butt, but not a joke one. This has been done expressly to turn me on, and, boy, is it working. It shows a very curvy body that has me imagining all kinds of things, even without seeing the perpetrator’s face. Who could have done this? Could it have been… Zaya? Is that wishful thinking? I only assume it might be because nothing like this has ever happened before, and it’s a really innovative way of getting my attention.

I run my fingers along the image, stopping on the distinctive, albeit small, bunny tattoo at the top of this woman’s thigh. That instantly proves that it isn’t a woman I’ve been with because I would have noticed it. I need if thisisZaya, but I don’t know how I’m going to find out without blatantly looking.

“Morning, Mr. Bryson,” Nina grins as she enters the room. “How are you feeling this morning?”

I notice that she’s wearing a swing skirt, and if she moves in the right way, I can probably check out her ass… just to be safe. She has been acting a little jealous of Zaya, which does make me wonder. Noticing that I like her might have sparked something within Nina, making her realize that she wants me after all… or perhaps she doesn’t like that someone else is now the center of my focus. How can I find out without being obvious?

“I’m good,” I reply, distractedly, glancing at her legs. “What do you have for me today?”

“Well, Ryan wants to call another meeting. I think he’s concerned about overspending the budget in certain areas at the moment.” She doesn’t need to say it out loud because she means my new PR hire…we both know that. “So, do you want to set a time?”

“Let’s just do it now,” I sigh deeply. “Get it over and done with. I don’t think I’ll be able to deal with him and that droning voice later.”

Nina laughs at this, appreciating my humor enthusiastically, before turning on her heels and leaving me behind. Then, with a deep groan and one last glance at the photocopied images, I enter the boardroom with one thought. I don’t care about overspending the budget, especially if it’s for the gala I asked Zaya to organize. I did set an impossible task that only throwing a lot of money at it will likely solve. So instead, I want to know who the bunny tattoo belongs to.

I get Nina to make everyone drinks while we sit around the table just in case I see her bending over at any point, but unfortunately, it doesn’t happen. Instead, she seems to be pointedly not letting me see, which makes me think even more that it might be her. For the first time in a long time, the thought of Nina wanting me doesn’t fill me with joy. I’ve wanted her for a long time, but now that she might want me back…but I’m not interested in anymore.

“Well, I disagree with that,” Zaya says sharply, returning my attention to the conversation at hand. “I think we do need to spend more money if we want this gala to succeed. It wasn’t easy to get the heads of the city hospitals to come at such short notice, but they’ve made some space in their schedules, so I think we need to put on an amazing party for them. It might be a small overspend now, but it will surely benefit the company tenfold in the long run. That’s what this event is all about: attracting attention, getting people talking about us, and making them excited about our upcoming projects…”

Ryan argues back in his typical boring manner, which makes me secretly smile inside. At least Zaya can hold her own in this company. That has to say something. Accountants have railroaded other PR staff, so I’m pretty pleased. Plus, she’s bringing a new, innovative approach that now seems to work. We can’t turn our backs on that.

“Let’s just see this as an experiment,” I jump in diplomatically, wanting to please them both. “We will run the gala as is and see what a difference it makes with all the heads of hospitals in attendance. If it doesn’t work financially, we will take a different approach next time. But Zaya is right; we need to think a bit more outside the box if we want to grow.”

She shoots me a grateful grin, and Ryan nods sharply, which I take as a good sign. At least they both seem to agree now. I’ve managed to calm things down before they escalates, which is what I’m here for. I hope that Zaya is right, and this will be a success because it would amuse me to see Ryan brought down a peg or two.

“Right. If no one else has any business, it might be the time to return to work.”

A low hum is heard about the room as everyone gathers their belongings and talks quietly. I glance over to Zaya is, noticing that she isn’t making much effort to move, which has me doing the same. She’s waiting to speak to me, which excites me greatly. Sure, she might just be stopping to tell me more about the gala, but even if there’s a slight chance that she will confess to the pictures and solve the mystery, I want to hear it.

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