The Billionaire’s Secret Babies(11)

“It’s a loan. As for tonight, you can drive home and fetch what you need – it should all fit in the trunk, this one has a surprisingly roomy trunk. Just come back this evening and we’ll get you settled into the spare room.”

“I can’t move in with you,” I reply instinctively.

“Why not?” He blinks, then frowns a little. The coldness from earlier is gone; he’s warm and open again, his expression concerned. “Oh, do you have a partner? My mistake –”

I’m shaking my head hard, interrupting him. “No, of course not.” I bite my tongue – I almost referenced our moment in the kitchen earlier. But he must be avoiding talking about it for a reason – he probably doesn’t want to think about it just now. So fine. I shake my head again. “Nothing like that, I just… I have an apartment, I live there already –”

“Do you like it?” he asks.

“No!” I exclaim, then laugh a little. I can’t help it. “That’s not the point, Cassius.”

“What is the point? It seems simple enough for you to stay here. I have the spare room. The twins are all right in that crib, yes? Or should I buy a second one.”

“They’re fine.” I let out a huge sigh. “It’s just… Why are you doing all this for me?”

“I want to,” he replies simply.

We stare at one another for a long moment, over the roof of the car. The tension we felt earlier in the kitchen is back again, palpable. His eyes dilate, and I’m sure my face is flushed, what with how much heat is flooding to it right now.

I swallow hard, to try and wake myself up. “Are you looking for a live-in assistant?” I finally ask. “You didn’t mention that in the ad…”

He seems to shake himself, too. “It’s the only way to make sure you can get enough work done to justify hiring you.”

He sets the keys on the hood of the car and walks out of the garage. I stare after him, my mouth wide open once more. I feel like I keep doing that around him, but I can’t help it. He confuses the shit out of me.

What now? He’s hot and cold, warm and frigid. I can’t keep track of these mood swings, much less figure out what on earth I’ve done to cause them.

Worse, he didn’t give me a chance to decline this invitation.

I can’t lie, the thought of staying with him another night, in this gorgeous, cozy apartment, with my twins close by, and a huge stocked kitchen full of food just outside, is tempting.

When you factor in the ridiculously sexy man just down the hall, sleeping in his own bed, probably naked, his muscular body twined in the sheets, his handsome face relaxed…

Yeah, okay, I really do want to stay here. Especially if it means another moment like we had in the kitchen. Or finding out what would happen if we kissed and the twins didn’t start to cry…

A shiver runs down my spine, and another pulse of desire throbs in my stomach, twining down through me until my pussy clenches with it.

Fine. He wins this round. I buckle the twins into their car seats, climb behind the wheel, and enjoy the crazy smooth drive out of the garage, toward my shitty apartment, and the old life I want badly to just leave behind.





7





I get back a few hours later—it took me a while to find all of the twins’ supplies for a few nights, since I figure if Cassius was this weird about letting me leave tonight, he’ll probably want me to stay the rest of the week. But finally, I have everything together, including some semi- appropriate professional clothes for myself. Judging by Cassius’s suit this morning, he’ll appreciate if I put in an effort and wear a skirt and a nice jacket, even if I am just commuting from his spare room to his spare office.

The whole drive back to his place, I can’t stop wondering about my new mystery boss. His changeable moods, the way he seems too happy and content to have me and the twins around one moment, and the next he seems annoyed that I haven’t done enough at work, or sometimes he seems almost angry with me.

Plus, I cannot stop thinking about our one, searing, unforgettable kiss… The feeling of his hard body against mine, his strong arms around my waist… and of course, his thick cock digging into my hip.

Okay, so it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten laid. But also, there’s an undeniable attraction between us. Every time we’re in the same room, the air feels magnetized, charged with electricity.

All day at work I kept catching myself drifting into fantasies, thinking about him barging in to finish what we started. Picking me up and laying me down across that desk, tossing all the papers to the floor as he hikes up my skirt and draws down my panties with his teeth… I shiver, feeling a growing dampness between my thighs as I think about how he’d take me. He seems like the kind of man who would make me come first, licking me wet before he fucked me, hard.