Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

Chapter Four

Evan

I made a reservation for us at Daniel in Manhattan, and I took Scarlett out to a treat. She was a beautiful woman, and she deserved to be wined and dined. It was the least I could do. She was giving her body to me, and I could at least make her feel special.

When I collected her from her apartment, she looked breathtaking. She wore a black dress that hugged her curves and revealed just enough of her body. It made me want to peel the dress off her and take her right back inside, but I would behave until later.

“You look stunning,” I said when she got into the car.

She smiled, blushing. I wasn’t used to women blushing so much. The women I usually spent my time with had nothing left to blush about. It was refreshing to be around someone like Scarlett again.

The car drove us across Brooklyn toward Daniel in Manhattan. The atmosphere in the car with electric. Neither of us said anything, but I could almost taste her energy on my tongue. I breathed in deeply, and her sent filled my nostrils. When we stopped in front of the restaurant, I got out first and offered her my hand. She took it graciously, and I led her into the restaurant.

The dining room was beautiful, with white pillars and high arches, a rich carpet of spiral designs, and tables scattered across the floor, adorned in white table cloths.

“This place is unbelievable,” Scarlett said, looking around.

“I’m glad you like it. It’s nothing compared to you.”

More blushing. I couldn’t get enough of her, and we were just getting started.

Scarlett looked at me with big brown eyes when we sat down. Her lips were a deep red, and she wore that pout again that I found irresistible.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I said.

“Like what?” She frowned.

“Listen to me, Princess,” I said. “You’re particularly irresistible tonight, and it’s taking all the self-control I have not to give up our re

servation and drag you home, instead.”

She blinked at me. A slow smile spread across her face.

“Who says I want you to take me home with you, afterward?” she asked.

She put her elbows on the table, and her neckline dipped enough so that I saw a generous amount of flesh. I wasn’t sure if she did it on purpose, but it was working. I wondered what that soft skin would taste like between my lips, and what she would look like if her dress was stripped away.

“Don’t play games with me, sweetheart,” I said. “I play a lot harder than you, and I’m always going to come out on top.”

She was being a tease. There was nothing as delicious and as horrible as a tease.

“Who’s playing games?” she asked.

I shook my head and focused on the menu. I was determined to get through two courses, at least.

We ordered an appetizer, and for a short while, we managed to make conversation.

“Why aren’t you dating?” I asked. “A beautiful woman such as yourself, in the prime of her life, shouldn’t be single.”

Scarlett shrugged. I glanced at her neckline, still dangerously low. Her tits looked fantastic.

“I haven’t met the right guy, yet, I guess. Isn’t that the standard answer?”

“It is,” I said. “But what’s your answer?”

She shrugged again. “Maybe I’m just different.”

Oh, yeah. Different was a way to describe it. Different and fucking sexy. I had wicked thoughts of taking her somewhere private, pushing her dress up, and kneeling in front of her. I wanted to breathe in her scent. I wanted to know what she tasted like.