Page 4 of Baby Proposal
Rhys is still staring at my computer screen as I rise from my seat.
“Sit down, Miss Blake,” he snaps.
I gulp. That tone. I’ll do anything he asks when it’s in that reverberating, authoritative voice.
Lowering myself back into the chair, I wait, heart hammering in my chest. My mouth is drier than the overcooked cakes the woman in HR brings in.
He heaves a sigh and I look up, up, up, over his fine woollen trousers almost tight enough that sometimes I’ve imagined I can see the outline of his dick, but that would be impossible since they’re quite loose. That leather belt with the silver buckle that makes me think of it undone, the crisp white shirt and smooth silk tie. His neck I have to drag my gaze past, because I really want to touch his Adam’s apple and the black stubble just above it.
To his face. Impassive now. Stern. His dark blue eyes flash electric and looking into them takes my breath away as well as sending a bolt of lust right to my clit.
He folds his arms.
“You want to get pregnant?”
I nod miserably.
“I have a proposal for you.”
2
RHYS
I should not be doing this, and I wouldn’t if I thought my headstrong assistant wasn’t about to make a terrible mistake if I didn’t stop her. That man selling sperm could be rabid. He’s obviously insane.
Which begs the question, why is my stunningly beautiful girl considering this? She could have any man she wanted slathering and begging.
I’d be front of that queue, stabbing any idiot in my way.
Fuck.
Fifteen years as a mafia boss and this is the first time I’ve known I’m a monster.
I read on her HR profile how young she is, a full twenty-three years. Far too young and pure for me. Even so, the thought of her with anyone else was so painful that I sent several of my goons to check if she had a boyfriend. I was painfully relieved when it turned out she didn’t, as I was spared the dilemma of how to appropriately dispose of said hypothetical boyfriend.
So I know that she’s considering being a single parent. And yes, I’m a filthy bastard for wanting my innocent assistant, but I’ll do this just for her.
Adi with a child? My child?
The emotions are too big. The possessive, adoring want is a tsunami, destroying all semblance of civilised restraint in me. I will protect Adi and our child.
She’smine. She’s not having a baby with anyone but me.
“A proposal?” she repeats, gazing up at me. My assistant is so beautiful she takes my IQ down to about fifty-six whenever I look at her. It’s difficult to define what I like most about her appearance. Her blonde hair perhaps, the colour of sunshine. No, it’s her shy secret smile that I catch sight of sometimes as she turns away from me.
Today she is wearing one of her little black tailored shift dresses that comes to a few inches above her knees. Her hair has streaks of honey and is pinned up in some gravity-defying thingamy that creates the illusion that I could simply push my fingers into that silk and it would all fall down in waves over her shoulders. I’ve had to stop imagining that because when I do, my cock goes from zero to truncheon, and then I’m stuck behind my desk while I read financial reports until my erection goes down.
I only allow myself to think of freeing her hair when I’m at home, naked in bed, stroking myself to an unsatisfactory conclusion because everything feels empty except being with her.
All that is to say, she’s gorgeous.
But it’s not her appearance that made me fall for her on sight. It was the way she took no shit from me whatsoever when I finally got around to doing a check-in with this company. It really only launders money from my more lucrative and illegal enterprises, so I hadn’t bothered doing more than ensuring it looked good on paper for several years. I’d been vaguely aware that my assistant here was calmer and more competent than previous ones, but hadn’t recognised how perfect she is. Even if she hadn’t been a siren in a shift dress that day, I would have fallen for Adi when I saw the glint in her eyes and heard her point out in the most cutting way that my opinion about an office I never visited was irrelevant.
Belatedly I remember I’m having an actual conversation with Adi. A negotiation perhaps. She doesn’t know I love and am obsessed with her. She is not aware I’ve spent far more time on the nominal activities of this company than it deserves. Nope. She just thinks I’m a negligent boss who happens to have focused on this business for the last six months, in the office every day.
To seeher.
I was lost the moment I met my girl.
