Page 62 of Rude Boss' Secret Baby
She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry about that. I just—I just thought it was what it was, you know?”
Leslie looked away from me, but I gripped her chin and pulled her gaze back to mine.
“You don’t have to apologize to me for that. I get it, I really do. And I’m sorry that Rori’s father wasn’t enough of a man to step up and do what needed to be done. But, what I need you to understand is that I’m not him. I won’t ever leave your side unless it’s something you demand of me, and even then, I’m still going to be there for our child, even ifyoudon’t want me around.”
She sniffled. “I could never not want you around, Trey. You’re amazing. You treat me better than I even dreamed possible.”
Her words filled me with pride. “And that won’t ever change. Got it?”
She smiled softly. “Yeah, I got it.”
I winked. “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page because I have something I want to show you.”
She tilted her head off to the side. “Oh?”
I pointed to the chair in front of my desk. “I know you were coming in here to question me about the file folders you found on your desk after lunch. Why don’t you open them and see what’s inside?”
She stood to her feet. “That’s what I was coming in here to ask you. I opened them up, but all I see are pictures of some office and schematics for something or other. It doesn’t make sense.”
I stood to my feet and pointed to them. “Open them up. We can go through them together.”
The confusion on her face was evident, but I almost couldn’t contain myself. I wanted to surprise her with something that showed her that I was serious about staying. That I was serious about her keeping her job. That I was serious about our lives melding together if that’s what she wanted. She sat down and opened the folders in her lap as I leaned against my desk. And as I slid my hands into my pockets, I tried my best to contain my excitement.
“I still don’t get it,” Leslie said as she shook her head.
I chuckled. “That’s because you’re only looking at what I have right now. The rest will be finished up by the end of the week.”
She sighed. “Trey, I’m really tired. Can you just tell me what these are?”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, fine. But, you only get this one pass because you’re gorgeous and I can’t contain myself around you. All right?”
She giggled. “Deal.”
I walked over and perched above her head, looking down at the folders. “So, these are the schematics for your new office.”
She gasped and looked up at me. “You’re giving me my own office up here?”
I placed my hands on her shoulders. “Not just up here; that will be finished by the end of the week.”
Her eyes fell back down to the schematics. “Then, where’s this office?”
I smiled brightly as I crouched down, my lips hovering against her ear. “My place.”
She paused. “Wait, what?”
I stood up and walked around in front of her. “Isn’t it genius? I have so many rooms in that house that I’m not using, and one of the rooms is massive. Just gargantuan. And it’s got its own little side entrance. I figured you could have your own office right next to mine with a private door where we can access each other at all times. Then you can also have a home office in a space where you can spread out where Rori can be with you, too, if she’s not in school.”
Her face kept falling flat with every word I said, though, instead of the smile I expected. “Wait, this office is in your house?”
I nodded. “Yep. It’s going to have your little kitchen station and a place to sleep if you need to take a nap. You’ll have your own restroom and a massive desk, and it’ll have all of the latest technology, too. I’ll have you hooked right into the system here at work, plus you’ll still keep your laptop if you want to work from the townhouse. Then, you can essentially work wherever you wish, if you can’t make it to the office but don’t want to call out.”
She blinked. “An office in your home.”
I crouched down in front of her. “I mean, eventually, it’ll be your home, too. Then, you’ll have this wonderful home office already outfitted for you, so you won’t have to worry about it. Pretty nice, huh?”
She stood to her feet, her head shaking. “I can’t accept this, Trey. It’s too much.”
I slowly stood as my brow furrowed tightly. “What?”
