Page 29 of Secret Baby for Dr. Billionaire

Just as I thought that Chloe couldn't get any hotter, she came back holding a yellow toolbox. For Christ's sake, and she held that thing like it was an expensive handbag. This woman came prepared. I reminded myself not to push her too much because she knew how to handle a hammer.

She bent down, set the box on the wet floor, and produced a wrench. She handed it to me and studied the pipes once more. I didn’t have a choice but to get on my back on the floor.

“You don’t need to get your clothes wet,” Chloe protested. “Tell me what to do, I could do it. Here, I’ll hold the flashlight.” I didn’t doubt her one bit. But the way Chloe was handling this, all the embarrassment and reluctance, I could tell that she had been taking care of everything herself for a long time and that she wasn’t used to others doing it for her. Had anyone ever taken care of her?

“I got it,” I insisted, positioning myself on my back. I felt the coldness of the water seeping through the thin material of my white shirt as I bit the flashlight between my lips, aiming it at the loose pipe fittings.

“Does Sofi like salmon?” I probably shouldn’t have started the small talk because not only did I detest it, but there was also a foreign thing in my mouth. Since Chloe wasn’t planning to leave my side, and with the way my crotch was positioned behind her, I realized that it was better than leaving my thoughts to myself.

“What?”

“I saw the salmon in the skillet. I thought you were cooking dinner.”

“Oh.” Realization filled her tone, and I listened to her answer as I twisted the wrench. I swear, I heard Chloe whimper. It was low that I barely heard it. But it was there because she cleared her throat nervously after. “Sofi doesn’t like eating solid food at night. Her stomach gets upset. It’s just usually a bottle for her.”

“So dinner for one, then?”

Chloe was quiet for a moment but answered, “Yeah. When she’s a little older, maybe we can have dinner for two.”

I grunted as I twisted the last fitting into place. I sat up, and I didn’t give two shits that my shirt had basically absorbed all the water on the floor. “All done.”

Chloe smiled and returned to the bathroom to switch the water supply back on. When she came back, I turned on the faucet, and thankfully, the pipes had stopped leaking.

“There you go,” I said, returning the wrench back in the toolbox. “Good as new.”

“Thanks, Ben.” I didn’t know if it was just me, but there was something in Chloe’s eyes. The way she looked at me with an intense gaze filled with clear admiration and some hesitation. Electricity danced in the air around us. I wanted to push my luck, and I asked the universe one more time to make it work.

“Hey, Chloe?”

“Yeah?”

“How about we have dinner for two at my place tonight?”

Chapter eleven

Chloe

Benlookedsofuckinghot twisting that wrench. The way his muscles flexed with every move made my core tingle in excitement. Not that I was getting anything from him tonight, but the thought of having to sleep with someone this handy and good-looking was a very pleasing idea.

I knew that it was over for me when he decided to lie on my floor, and let me tell you, the hardwood surface wasn’t the only thing that got wet.

When he lifted his hands to adjust the wrench, his shirt lifted up a little. And my position beside him had a front-row seat at the chiseled curves and the subtle V-line on his pelvis. I didn’t want to be caught staring at his pants like an idiot, so I needed to control myself.

But it seemed that Ben didn’t have any bad angles. In fact, wherever I turned, I saw his muscles and it took a lot of self-control not to jump this man.

“How about we have dinner for two at my place tonight?”

It was not a good idea. The last time I was stuck in a room with Ben, I got pregnant, and although I didn’t regret Sofi, I couldn’t lie about the fact that it had been hard for me. The good, responsible girl in me told me to run as far as I could from Sofi’s father, but the horny me –the one who hadn’t had sex in two years–told me that there was nothing wrong with giving in.

Fortunately, tonight, Ben was tolerable and didn’t say anything to piss me off. That and I felt like my secret fantasy had just come to life wearing an almost-sheer white shirt.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” I grabbed the wrench from his hand. It was the wrong move because the moment my skin came close to his, my nipples tingled, and a chill ran down my spine.

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

“It’s just dinner. You can’t cook in this situation. You might slip, break your skull, bleed to death. I could go on.”

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