Page 38 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

The lights dim, and the screen at the front of the room turns on. It’s a video about GourmetGlobal and a rundown of its rebranding and our target audience.

I take the opportunity to zone out. Inevitably, my thoughts shift to Leah.

I know she’s probably just making a big scene, but something seems off with this whole thing.

I should track her down and get an explanation out of her.

Or maybe I should just let her be. Prove to her that her childish behavior won’t get a response.

Or maybe I should spank her.

The thought makes me grin.

If only.

The video ends, and I’m the first one to speak. “Any questions?”

Everyone either looks at their phones or at each other. Which is a good enough answer for me.

“All right, that’s it for the meeting. Let’s get back to work.” I stand and push my chair back, then lead the way out the door.

I don’t know why, but I’m in a shitty mood. Like I need to punch something.

Or fuck someone.

No. I need to fuck Leah.

Suppressing a growl, I storm into my office, not caring that the door slams behind me. My secretary and assistants are used to my moods.

Damn Leah. I’ve done everything I can think of to get her off my mind since our night together, and nothing has worked. I can’t even look at other women the same way anymore.

I’ve been single for a long time, and I’m fine with it. I’m too busy to date beyond anything casual, and I have no interest in relationships.

Sleeping with Leah was a mistake. She’s a pain in my ass, and I don’t like her.

And yet I can’t get her off my mind.

I wish I could just tell my cock who it can and can’t fuck, but the damn thing has its own preferences.

So now here I am, stuck like this, aching for someone I have no business being with. She’s a distraction I don’t need.

As it’s too early to pour a cocktail, I settle with a cup of coffee and then take a seat at my desk. My fingers have barely touched the keyboard when my phone rings.

“Yes?” I ask Nancy, my secretary.

“Mr. Leadsom, Leah Woodland is here for you.”

My jaw drops. So Leah is asking for permission to come into my office now? What happened to storming through my door whenever she pleases?

I consider turning her away just to mess with her, but then I wouldn’t find out what she’s here for.

“Send her in.” I hang up the phone. This should be good.

The door opens, and Leah enters. Instead of her usual ball of fire, though, she’s more subdued.

I lean forward in my chair. Something is wrong.

For a long, quiet moment we just look at each other. We both know that this morning is different, but we’re each waiting for the other to make the first move.

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