Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
“I’m not going in there,” I tell him in no uncertain terms. Doesn’t he know anything about kids? Besides, I don’t trust him. He might be fine as hell, but he’s angry and I’m the one he’s directing his anger at.
He cocks his brow at me, stopping in front of the passenger door. “The hell you aren’t. You’ve made a scene in my office, bringing your baby to my business. If this gets out, there will be hell to pay, and you’ll be in debt through your ears. Spending a lifetime paying it back.” I want to kick him in the shins.
“You’re something else. I don’t need your shit. Excuse me. I’ll take him elsewhere,” I inform the jackass, holding the baby to my chest. Max is staring at his dad like he knows the truth. I wonder if he’s married and doesn’t want to get caught up in a scandal.
“The hell you’re not. You have a lot to answer for, and I’m going to get them.”
“I’m not taking him in a car without a car seat,” I argue, holding him tighter to me. He should know that kids don’t go in the car without one, or maybe he just doesn’t care.
He grumbles and then huffs, “Fine. Where is your car seat?”
“It’s in my car,” I remark with more than enough sarcasm, rolling my eyes for emphasis. I can’t understand the tension pushing me to be this rude. I instantly regret coming here for so many reasons.
“Where the fuck is that?” He’s not handling this any better than I am. I suppose it’s fair that he should be a little pissed. A woman kept this a huge secret from him. Still, I couldn’t be that cold. Possibly she was a drunken one-night stand that he’d been so hard for that he forgot protection. My mind immediately goes to an image of them together, and it isn’t something I want to picture.
“Fuh.” We both glance down at the smiling baby. The little one ducks his head into my chest, hiding from the audience.
“Way to go,” I angrily whisper. He’s turning out to be a great father already.
“Shut it. I’m not this ticked off normally. You can push a man to the brink of insanity, beautiful. You’re lucky you’re fine as hell because your character is seriously lacking.” My character is lacking? Why did she keep the baby from him? What’s his character lacking?
I stepped away from him and hurried to my car. Before he can react, I’m in the driver’s seat and locked the doors. He’s on his phone instantly, and that worries me. He ends the call and tucks the phone into his inner pocket on his suit jacket. He knocks on the window, politely.
“Open up, woman,” he orders me. I shake my head, then turn around, stretched over to the backseat, and strap Max into his seat. He’s such a cute little boy. A pang of jealousy hits me in the chest when I think about the handsome, grumpy man having a son. There’s a very stark resemblance between them that’s pretty undeniable.
Still, I ignore that strange, unexpected jealousy and move on. Once he’s right in his seat, I turn back and turn the key. My car is so old it doesn’t have a push start button. I hear the engine not turning over. I do it again with the same result. What the heck? This can’t be happening right now.
“Open the fucking door. I’m not going to tell your ass again.”
I tilt my head toward the bastard smirking outside the window. He thinks it’s funny, does he? I press my head to the steering wheel, then move swiftly to throw open my car door, hitting him in the gut.
“Oops,” I say with feigned concern, barely containing a smile.
He grabs my hand and pulls me from the car, closing the door and pinning me between his broad chest and the cool steel of the door. Goodness, he’s too close. My brain is shutting down.
He’s so close I can see the richness of the gray in his eyes. “You are pushing me and trust me, there are only two ways this will end up. I’ll have your sexy ass arrested or tied to my bed fucking your brains out until you come to your senses.”
“Um…” I can’t figure out how to respond. Well, verbally, at least. My body has betrayed me and is most definitely responding to his virile manliness.
“Don’t um me. What’s your name?”
It takes me a second longer than it should, but I finally get the brain to register. “Renee.” I can’t breathe with him so close. God, he smells fantastic.
“Don’t stare at me like that with those hungry eyes. Renee, I’m not going to be played by a gold digger.” He pushes away with the smugness of a total bastard. I suddenly caught a shadow out of the corner of my eye; it’s one of the overgrown security guys. He’s standing at the doorway of the garage with a metal object in his hand.