Making His Baby(130)
I shake my head and continue. “I would have gone with you in a heartbeat, but the timing was shitty. I was even on the prom committee, but quit once I found out about my dad. I just didn’t want to do anything anymore. I was crushed.”
“Olivia, I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
It’s his turn to reach out and place a comforting hand over mine.
I relish in the warmth of his touch.
“You have no reason to apologize. How could you know that my father was a selfish bastard?”
He looks contrite before shaking his head. “Still…”
I shrug, wanting to lighten the mood. “It’s in the past. Let’s leave it there.”
This has been my motto for a while. It got me through community college, the breakup with Jordan and I have no doubt that it will continue to serve its purpose.
Sebastian lets out a loud breath, before leaning in to me.
“Okay. Enough of the serious shit, what are you planning to do with the money?”
The somber mood is lifted and I smile, grateful for the reprieve.
“Well,” I start, taking a sip of my Diet Coke. “I’m finally going to nursing school. I started my application as soon as I got the phone call telling me that I won the competition.”
Sebastian is smiling at me. Butterflies dance in my stomach at the beautiful sight.
“That’s great, Olivia!” his voice is booming and full of pride.
I can’t explain just how that makes me feel but warm fuzzies blanket me, relieving the weariness I’ve become accustomed to feeling.
“I’m going to buy a house and settle all my debt. Invest a portion of it, then the rest is going in the bank so I can travel.”
It had been fairly easy to determine what I was going to do with the million dollar prize: invest in myself and make up for all the years I’d lost.
“That sounds like a great plan, Liv.”
Hearing my old nickname fall from his lips is downright dizzying. I’m not even going to examine why his approval means so much to me.
“Thanks to you,” I murmur lowly.
Out of nowhere, a pessimistic thought enters my mind.
“Did you pick my submission when you recognized my name?” I ask, suspiciously.
His face is impassive but he shakes his head emphatically.
“No, I had no idea it was you. My team narrowed it down the top ten submissions before they left them on my desk. The names weren’t on the stories I read. They were just numbered one through ten. I picked yours because it moved me.”
His words seem sincere so I don’t push the issue any further. Grabbing a luke-warm fry, I push it into my mouth for lack of anything else to do.
“Are you tired, Olivia?”
Yes, exhausted.
But there’s no way I’m going to admit it. I don’t want our night to end. It’s the first time I’ve seen him in ten years and he’s leaving soon.
“No,” I lie.
Sebastian’s tone is confident and clear when he decides, “We’re going dancing.”
CHAPTER SIX
SEBASTIAN DOWNS
So, this isn’t my best idea.
Not only is Olivia an incredible dancer, she draws a lot of attention despite her diminutive stature.
Every fucker in the building is practically drooling as they leer at her from different corners of the club.
Lucky for me, Olivia seems unfazed as she throws her hands in the air and winds her hips against me to the beat of the music.
I have a raging hard-on and I know she can feel it through the thin material of her dress. But she doesn’t let on. She just keeps working her ass against me until I’m sure I’m going to lose my mind.
Who knew little miss goody two shoes was such a sensual dancer?
We’ve both imbibed a couple drinks already, but I need another if I’m going to make it through this sweet torture.
Bending down to whisper in her ear, I catch a whiff of her perfume which is now mixed with the scent of berry sangria — her drink of choice.
I inhale a lungful of the seductive fragrance before speaking.
“I’m going to get us some more drinks,” I tell her, my lips brushing her earlobe.
In spite of the warm temperature in the club, I swear I feel her shiver before she looks up at me.
“I’ll come with you,” she shouts over the music. “I could use a break.”
Thrilled that I won’t be leaving her alone on the dance floor, I grab her tiny hand and secure it against my chest as I lead us through the throng of people on the small dance floor.
At the bar, I place our orders quickly then pull Olivia against me protectively.
The tourists and locals occupying the club are rude as fuck and have nearly knocked her off balance several times.
Still, a smile sits on her face as she sways to the music.