My Father's Boss (The Family Affairs)

“You can change anything you’d like,” I told her after we left the room next to my home office. There was a wall separating the two spaces, and I’d already scheduled the construction to have it torn down so the room could be turned into one shared office.

We took the stairs to the second floor, and I showed her both guest rooms on the way down the hall.

“Everything is empty,” she mentioned after viewing the second one.

I shrugged. “I never have guests.”

“Oh, so your…um…overnight guests…they stayed…” She let the question hang in the air, and I swallowed a grin at her jealous tone.

Abruptly, I turned her so her back was to the wall and crowded her against it, caging her in with my arms on both sides of her. “Is this your way of asking if I’ve fucked other women in this apartment?”

Isabella’s nose turned up just a little, and she huffed. Then she jammed her hands on her sexy hips and pouted. “Maybe. Yes. I guess,” she rambled before just staring up at me in silence. I managed to keep a straight face and simply watched her right back. “Well?” she finally snapped.

My grin broke through, and I bent my head to brush a kiss over her lips. “Are you jealous, sweet girl?”

“Would you be if you thought I’d had a parade of boys going through a revolving door that led to my bedroom?”

My mood soured in a split second. “Don’t ever mention boys and your bedroom in the same sentence again unless you’re talking about our sons,” I growled.

She looked so smug I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well played, Isabella.”

“Thank you.” Her tone was superior, and she looked so adorable that I had to kiss her again. “You still didn’t answer my question,” she panted when I let her up for air.

“You are absolutely right, sweet girl,” I murmured as I pushed back from the wall and took her hand again. “The only woman who has slept here is my mother and my housekeeper. And”—I held up my hand to stop the query I knew was on the tip of her tongue—“before you ask. No woman I’ve slept with has ever set foot in here either.” I made sure that she saw how serious I was when I finished with, “Isabella, it’s been longer than I can remember since I’ve even considered a date with someone. And even if it hadn’t been, I would have forgotten all about them the second you walked into my life.”

Her expression turned dreamy as she beamed up at me. “Really?”

“Really.” I kissed her nose and continued leading her down the hall.

Right as we walked up to the last room I wanted to show her—before the master—she stopped short and yanked my hand to bring me to a halt as well.

I faced her and raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to tell me what was on her mind. “Did you say sons? Our sons?”

Laughter bubbled up, and I couldn’t keep it in. She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest but waited patiently for me to finish.

“Bit of a delayed reaction, baby?”

Her eyes narrowed, and I almost laughed again but kept a straight face until I turned away and opened the door to the room we’d stopped in front of.

“Yes, Isabella,” I murmured as I walked her inside. “Our sons. And daughters.”

My little bombshell gasped and stared around the room in shock.

We were in the room next door to the master suite. I’d had it painted white, and a woman at the baby store had helped me order all of the furniture, also white. I figured this way, Isabella could decorate in whatever color or theme she wanted. But I mostly wanted her to see that I’d built a nursery for our children. A similar room was currently being designed at the ranch.

I moved to stand behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, setting my chin on the top of her head. “I intend to fill all of the empty bedrooms in our house someday, but they’ll all start in the nursery.”

“All?” There was a smile in Isabella’s voice, and I turned her around so she was gazing up at me, her eyes twinkling. “All both of them?”

My smile was mischievous. “I don’t mean the rooms in this house, sweet girl.”

Her brow puckered as she studied me in confusion. “This isn’t your house?”

“First, it’s our house, and second, we have four houses. This penthouse, a villa in Italy, and one in Spain. But these are just our houses. Our home is our ranch out by Fentonville.”

“A ranch?” Her eyes lit with excitement, and her smile was radiant. It was so fucking beautiful, my heart clenched.

Could she really be mine? This incredible creature?