Page 38 of Secret Baby for Dr. Billionaire

“We leave in thirty minutes,” I said, and my head followed my guest’s exposed back. Fuck. I should give Nelva a raise starting today. If she was this good at picking up an outfit and estimating the size, then it was only fair.

“I’m so fucking nervous.” I heard her set her clutch on the kitchen island. It was silver, like her shoes, and I didn’t know what she could even fit in the tiny thing. But it looked good with her outfit, regardless. My cock did a slight twitch in my pants.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. My mother isn’t as scary as you might think.”

“What if they ask what we are? We can’t exactly tell them I’m your one-time fuck buddy.”

“One-time?” Who said anything about it being one-time?" No strings, maybe. But one-time? I’d have blue balls forever. No other woman could ever satisfy me like her.

“Isn’t that what we are? Itwasa one-time thing, right?”

“Sure.” Chloe was a sexy little vixen. She was shy, but she was also feisty when she needed to be. In the bedroom, though, she was as filthy as I was. Something told me that we’d have sex again. If she’d say the word, I’d go down on my knees and eat out her until she could no longer walk.

“Ben,” she warned. But even though she was implying no, her body was telling me something different. She had been shifting her legs, and she was unintentionally leaning toward me like we were magnets. And her eyes. They stared at me like they wanted to fuck me, too.

But I knew that if I pushed her, she would run. So, I decided to give her the power. I was not making a move until she did. Let’s see how long she could resist.

“The ball is in your court right now. I’m not in a position to tell you what to do.”

“This better not be a mistake.” I prayed that she was talking about tonight’s event and not us. She was tapping her nails on the marble surface again, just like she did when she had been over for dinner. I noticed that she was fidgeting. She usually did this when she was nervous.

“Relax, babe. The booze and company are good there. Nothing to be afraid of.”

“Booze sounds amazing right now.”

“Yeah? What’s your poison?” I walked around the island, grabbing two glasses from the cabinets.

“I’ll have whatever you have.”

“Brandy, it is.” I took down one of the decanters filled with my favorite brandy and poured a good amount into our glasses.

“Neat?”

“I need all the courage I can get.” I slid the glass towards her, and she took it like she had been trained to do so, but she grimaced once the brandy flavor reached her throat.

“So, how’s Sam doing?” I asked, refilling her glass.

“She arrived twenty minutes ago. I gave her my phone number and instructed her about Sofi’s routine.”

I called Sam earlier today and asked her if she was available until midnight. Thankfully, she said yes. So I told her my neighbor needed a babysitter and that she was going out.

Sam was smart, and she didn’t ask questions about Chloe and how I knew her or why we were both going somewhere fancy. She had one job, and she was good at it.

Billy Anne was not here, either. Maggie had called in a sitter at her house for the kids. Although my mother had asked us to bring the children, my sister had complained about having to chase down her two little heathens. She said she was planning on getting at least tipsy tonight and if her kids were there, it meant that she needed to be sober.

As for my nine-year-old, parties weren’t really her favorite thing. They triggered her anxiety. Besides, if her cousins didn’t go, there was no chance that she’d be going. This meant that I could bring Chloe along without having to answer a hundred questions from Billy Anne.

“Why are you still so tense? You can trust her, you know. She babysits for my kid all the time.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust her. It’s just that I’ve never been apart from Sofi before. Certainly not for a party. I never really had someone I know to leave her with.” It must’ve been difficult doing everything on her own, and yet she didn’t have the heart to leave her daughter to someone.

I could tell that she was a hands-on mother. And although she was struggling, she still managed to raise that kid well. I mean, Sofi was healthy, she didn’t have tantrums, and she was just a happy, smart kid. It said volumes about who had raised her.

“It’s always scary at first. Trust me. When I first left my daughter with Sam, I called her every minute. The poor woman was so annoyed she asked if I wanted to do her job for her.” I welcomed the heat of the brandy in my mouth as Chloe swirled hers in the glass. I tried my best not to look down because that would mean I’d get a peek at her cleavage as well.

“And it got easier?”

“It didn’t. But sometimes you have to have a little faith and learn to loosen up a bit.”

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