The Billionaire's Baby Negotiation

“I see. And where are you staying?”

“Down the street.”

They got in the elevator together, and the doors closed. He looked at her, and she looked at him. She smiled. “How are my teeth?”

“Sharp,” he said.

“Good. All the better to eat you with and all that.”

“And truly, decisively, you have.”

“I hope you don’t take it too hard.”

“All’s fair in business.”

She grinned. “Indeed.”

She doubted that he would think her efforts with her mole on the inside of his corporation for the last few months was fair, but she didn’t care. She had killed two birds with one stone. Not only did she have the contract, Gunnar would be out of her life. She could stop obsessing. She could stop waking up drenched in sweat, panting and shaking from a climax she’d had in her sleep because of dream sex with him.

Yeah. She was feeling pretty pleased.

She was hungry for this kind of happiness.

I did it, Dad. I guess you were right, iron did sharpen iron. But it’s not him. You sharpened me, and you can be proud of me.

“Where are you staying?”

“I believe we’re in the same building,” he said.

“Of course we are. It is the nicest hotel within walking distance,” she said.

That was one of the many problems with Gunnar. He often employed the same logic she did. There was understanding your enemy, and then there was knowing them just a little bit too well.

They walked into the busy, polished lobby and continued walking across the room together.

“Top floor.”

“I’m the same.”

They stepped onto another elevator in tandem, and the doors closed. And this time, she could hear her heart beating in her ears.

“Care to have a celebratory drink?” he asked.

“I would,” she said.

“Wonderful.”

And there was something, something building inside of her. In anticipation, and a feeling. And when the doors opened to the abbreviated hallway that housed the penthouse rooms, he led her down the opposite direction from her own room, his phone granting access to the room immediately.

“After you,” he said.

“Thank you.”

His penthouse seemed entirely different than hers. This one was all black. A high shine floor, with curved modern art everywhere. All black.

And the large windows that looked out over the city gave a view of the madness below while keeping the occupant at a distance.

“I love Tokyo,” she said.