Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

tten a taste of his dick–literally–and I wanted more.

Lavo was a two-story venue with Italian food served at tables on the top floor and live DJs, bars, and a hell of a lot of grinding on the dancefloor downstairs. The energy in the room was contagious, and I felt good. The crowd moved to the music like it had a pulse, and the air was hot and humid, the way it got when too many bodies were crammed up against each other.

“I need alcohol,” Lily said, and I followed her through the throngs of people where we had to wrestle for a space at the bar. “What are you having?”

I shook my head. “Just a Coke for me,” I said.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Why?”

“I have a headache, and alcohol will just make it worse. I can party sober.”

Lily raised her eyebrows at me but ordered a Coke as I’d asked. It wasn’t about a headache, of course. I felt fine. I had suddenly realized that I was trying to get pregnant. Alcohol wasn’t going to help that along, and if after last night I was already in the process of conception, it was better not to drink now.

Lily paid for the drinks and handed me my Coke.

“Prude,” she teased.

“Responsible,” I countered.

Lily rolled her eyes. “I miss the days we didn’t have to be.”

I nodded. “Yeah, but the adult life looks good on us,” I said. “We look hot.”

Lily laughed. “That’s because of what we’re wearing, not because we’re any good at running our lives.”

She was right, too. She looked fantastic in an electric blue dress that made her green eyes pop. I wore a black dress that was so tight it looked painted on, and it made me feel sexy, tucking in all the bits that felt excessive. Lily had told me that I didn’t have any, but we’d agreed to disagree.

I felt good in heels, too. It made my ass look great, and my ass was already my best asset. Last night, Evan had told me so himself. He loved my ass. I didn’t blame him. I loved my ass.

“Let’s go dance,” Lily said.

I nodded, and we headed onto the dancefloor, moving through the writhing bodies. We moved to the music, and I let myself go, letting the music flow through me. We were on the dancefloor for a while, and I finished my coke. Lily was still sipping her drink–a vicious cocktail that wasn’t going to be done anytime soon.

“I’m going to get water,” I said to her. “I’m dying of thirst.”

She nodded and danced. A guy pressed himself up against Lily, and she started grinding against him, moving her body with his in a simulation of sex. I pushed through the crowds toward the bar, finally managed to get one of the bartender’s attention, and asked for a glass of water.

“I hope you’re only drinking water because you’re pacing yourself for a long night,” a gruff voice said next to me.

I turned. Jeff Powell stood next to me, looking like a blast from the past. I recognized him only because I’d seen him a handful of times when I’d been over at Lily’s and he’d come to speak to Evan. I wasn’t sure exactly what he was to Evan–a friend, an associate, a partner–but I didn’t like the guy. He wasn’t much older than Evan, but his hair was completely gray, so he looked like he had at least ten years on Evan. He wore jeans with a collared shirt tucked into it, making him look like someone’s dad on teen patrol rather than someone who was here to party.

Still, I’d heard the guy had a track record, so he had to have something going for him.

“I’m drinking water because I’m thirsty,” I said.

Jeff looked me up and down, and I felt his stare like a physical touch. I shivered. I didn’t like the way he looked at me, like he was trying to figure out what was beneath my clothes.

“Well, if you’re not that drunk, you’ll remember it all afterward.”

He grinned at me. Was that his attempt to pick me up?

I turned toward the crowd, but Jeff slid his hand down my arm, holding onto my wrist. I didn’t want him touching me.

“Let me go,” I said.

“Come on, honey,” he said. “I can show you a much better time than this.”

He looked at me with hungry eyes. There was no way I was going to sleep with this guy. Sure, I’d slept with Evan, and Jeff was the same age, but there was something about Evan that was attractive as an older man, and something about Jeff that was creepy.