Making His Baby(139)

Our routine on the island came so naturally that it was traumatizing when it was snatched away.

Leaving Sebastian on that private jet to return to California was gut wrenching. I’m not sure how I got so attached in such a short period of time, but the moment he was out of my sight my vision blurred with tears.

Saying goodbye wasn’t supposed to be that hard.

Like I told Sebastian that night in the theatre room, I wasn’t looking for more than a few days of fun and some great sex. But he’d given me so much more.

The man is the best lover I’ve ever had. So attentive and unselfish every time we were intimate. I’d never felt wilder or more free than when I was with him.

Beyond the sex, he also proved to be one of a kind. His charming sense of humor and his genuine interest in everything I have to say makes him so enticing. He’s aggressive without being brutish and he’s wildly intelligent without being a know-it-all.

I miss him like crazy.

This wasn’t a part of the plan.

So far today, I haven’t heard from him and I figure he must be busy. Just as I’d predicted he would be.

Sweating from my impromptu workout, I’m about to start song number four when my phone rings from the nightstand across the room.

Pouncing for it, I snatch it up in seconds, grinning when I read Sebastian’s name.

Still panting from the cardio, I don’t bother masking my excitement when I answer on the second ring.

“Hi, Sebastian.”

There’s a ton of ruckus in his background before I hear a door shut, blocking out the noise.

A heavy sigh precedes his words. “Olivia. Baby, how are you?”

Melting at his choice of words, I savor the sound of his voice for a moment before answering.

“I’m good, how are you?”

“I’ve been better,” he grumbles shortly.

Even though his frustration isn’t aimed at me, I frown wondering what happened to sour his mood.

“Is everything all right?”

Sebastian’s answer is vague. “It will be. Hey, you sound out of breath. What are you up to?” he asks suspiciously.

“Oh, I was just working out. Had a lot of extra energy to burn.”

Expecting him to follow up with a sexy innuendo about how I could better expend the energy, I’m disappointed when he just says, “Oh yeah?”

He sounds distracted and extremely tense. I can hear it over the line despite the thousands of miles separating us.

I’d originally planned to fill him in on my tense encounter with Gavin, but now I reconsider.

He clearly has enough on his plate right now and I won’t add my petty dilemma to the mix.

“Listen, baby. I have some bad news,” he says lowly. “I have to postpone my trip to Tennessee until further notice. Something’s come up with the app and I can’t sneak away until it’s handled. We haven’t really nailed down an end date so there’s no telling.”

“Oh,” is all I manage, my mood immediately deflating.

I was really looking forward to seeing him in a few days. But I can’t say I didn’t see it coming. He’s the CEO of a thriving company and canceled plans were bound to happen.

I just hadn’t counted on it being so soon.

Reality is a bitch.

“Liv, I’m so sorry.”

Biting my lip, I tell him, “Me, too.”

“I’ll make this up to you. I promise,” he swears.

“Don’t apologize. It’s fine,” I say with a lot more understanding than I feel.

We chat for a few moments longer until he has to rush off to another meeting.

Suddenly drained and no longer interested in my workout, I shut off the TV and head for the bathroom.

After my shower, I curl up with some wine and text Winnie. Someone has to hear about my strange confrontation with Gavin today. Since it can’t be Sebastian, she’s the lucky winner.





CHAPTER TWELVE





SEBASTIAN DOWNS





Someone hacked the site.

Every day there’s at least one hacking attempt. I pride myself on having some of the best cyber security in the industry. But this time someone got through the defenses.

I’d already been on edge since returning to California and this just pushed me over the fucking edge.

Hearing Olivia’s voice had been a temporary salve until one of the vice presidents banged on my door, demanding my presence back in the boardroom.

Grudgingly, I’d hung up with Olivia. Walking back into the boardroom, the weight on my shoulders has nothing to do with the chaos at work. The disappointment she’d tried to hide in her voice makes me feel like shit. Not even three days have passed and I am already proving her point by being unavailable.

Plopping down in the chair at the front of the table, I survey my team of executives and hope they have some good news for me.