Page 24 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

We left the building together and found a cafe close by that suited my dad. With all his money, he was fussy, and the place we ended up at was classier than I would have liked for lunch. The upside was that the tables were larger, so we weren’t squeezed together. There was a little bit of breathing room, and I was glad I wasn’t practically pressed up against Rodney. I needed the physical distance to keep my head clear.

“So, it looks like things are working out with the two of you,” my dad said when we were seated and had ordered coffee. Rodney and I glanced at each other, shocked at what my dad was saying. But, of course, he was talking about our business arrangement.

“Yes, it’s working out very well. Danielle has proven to be a worthy secretary.”

My dad looked proud. “That’s my girl,” he said. He turned to Rodney. “You understand I don’t want her in this position for the rest of her life. She can do so much more with her degree than be a secretary forever.”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” Rodney said to my dad, his eyes on me. “I don’t intend on holding her back. But for now, I like her right where she is.”

My stomach did a little flip. Rodney’s eyes were drowning deep and filled with a mischievous twinkle. I couldn’t help but think that his last statement had a double meaning. Maybe I was making things up, hoping for things that weren’t there, but there was no mistaking the way he was looking at me, was there? I only hoped my dad didn’t notice.

But my dad was engrossed in the menu. Food had been a happy companion to him his whole life, and the menu had been a distraction from the sexual tension that had obviously flared between Rodney and me. I pushed away the emotions. There was no way we could be like this in front of my dad.

My dad’s phone rang. He slid it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID.

“I’m going to have to take this, sorry.” He stood up from the table and walked away for privacy, leaving Rodney and me alone at the table.

“Well, this isn’t awkward at all,” I said.

Rodney smiled at me. “Oh, I don’t think it’s that bad. I’m having fun. Aren’t you?”

A smile spread across my face. I realized what he was doing. He was playing the same game I was, only in a different way. This was fun to him, putting me on the spot when my dad was around. Well, two could play at this game. I hadn’t pulled out all the stops yet.

“You know, maybe it would be less awkward being around my dad if I were wearing panties.”

Rodney’s eyes widened, and I looked over his shoulder to see where my dad was, making sure he hadn’t heard me. I smirked, enjoying Rodney’s reaction. When he looked at me again, I gave him big innocent eyes.

“You’re taking this too far,” Rodney said. “Don’t you think you ought to take a step back?”

Any other person might have taken his response as a sign to back off. Not me. The moment someone told me to stop doing something, I wanted to keep doing it. It was in my nature. My dad had complained about my rebelliousness since I could remember.

Now, Rodney would get a taste of who I could be. Or rather, another taste, considering that he had had a mouthful of me before. I smiled deviously when I thought about Rodney going down on me.

Maybe the lunch with my dad wasn’t going to be so bad, after all. If Rodney wanted me to stop playing, I would do exactly the opposite.

Rodney narrowed his eyes at me when he saw me grinning. “You’re not planning on stopping, are you?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Now, where would the fun be in that?”

Rodney looked over his shoulder, trying to spot my dad. My dad was still on the phone a good distance away, and we were safe.

“Mark will kill me if he finds out.”

I shook my head, serious now. “He’s not going to find out. Not from me. I promise.”

Rodney’s eyes darkened, turning into the color of the ocean. It was a look of desire. I recognized it now. He was worried about my dad finding out, sure, but my defiance was turning him on. I could see it. I smiled at him again, keeping eye contact while I leaned forward and licked my lips.

“God, Danielle, you’ll be the death of me,” Rodney said.

I giggled. It was exactly the reaction I had hoped to get from him.

“Sorry about that,” my dad said, returning to the table. Rodney cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. I imagined him trying to get comfortable around an erection.

“So, what are we having to eat?” my dad asked, picking up the menu.

“I haven’t decided yet,” I said. I looked up at Rodney, making sure I caught his eye. “But I’m starving.”

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