Semua Bab In Bed With My Billionaire Boss: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Emma doesn’t notice any of it because she’s still staring around at the exterior of the building, never mind the inside, when I take her waist and lead her gently through the door.“It’s gorgeous,” she gushes quietly, staring around at everything in amazement and I’m pleased that I chose to bring her here. Pleased that I get to experience this with her for the first time. Though that bright smile is certainly not lost on anyone here.Everyone, from the other patrons to the waitstaff, is staring at her and I can’t really blame them.She’s gorgeous and sexy as hell in the dress I picked out for her. And her pure and obvious pleasure; well, it’s enough to make anyone want to smile. A fact that isn’t missed by many of the other women in here that are trying to keep the attention of their own partners who are distracted by that brilliant smile and bright eyes.“What can I get you to drink?”I skim over the wine list that I’m presented with and locate the small selection of non-alcoholic op

The first half of my shift passes quickly enough. Mardi Gras season is busy around here. The party never stops and neither do the drinks. Or the food he’s brought in for the occasion. Or us. And then I feel a hand snake around my waist, grabbing my hip and tugging me into the hall. A startled sound escapes my lips but almost immediately there are arms wrapped around me and his mouth is on mine. The familiar feel of him, the taste of him … and all the tension melts from my body with a moan. “You are entirely too sexy in this outfit,” he murmurs in my ear, his kisses falling at the side of my neck and then slowly down over the curve of my breasts and I forget that we’re not even in his office. We’re standing in a hallway. Where anyone could walk by and see us. But all that matters is his hands and his mouth on me. And the amazing feelings that are coursing through me. “I got your flower, and your note. I expected to see you earlier.” “I got caught up in a meeting.” He sounds apol

By the time we make it all the way around the room he’s definitely in his element and feeling a lot more confident. And he’s making Emma smile and laugh along the way. And keeping her from looking at the price tags.“Now, this is the best that we have. It’s made with solid wood, a teak exterior with a solid frame under it so it’s beautiful and still sturdy. There are two dressers to go with it like you would find in an adult set, a tall one here and the lower one that can be used also as a changing table. Or there’s a separate changing table here.” He points out all of the features and I can tell Emma is impressed.“This is the one.”“Are you sure you don’t want to look at any of the others again?” He asks, his brow furrowed but I can tell he’s not concerned about us paying for it. He’s paying attention to what we want, and that I appreciate.“This is the one. And we’ll take the entire set.”“Great. If you’d like we can look at some of the bedding and other things …”By the time we ge

I’m in agreement with Leann overall. The whole wheat waffles definitely wouldn’t be my pick either. But they’re better for her and if they’re better for Leann then we all do it. It’s been that way ever since she was diagnosed.Of course, with the amount of syrup that Leann and I heap onto our waffles I’m not sure any of the health benefits remain, but Mom doesn’t say anything. She’s just happy that Leann is eating normally today. And that she seems to be in her normal state of mind.By the time I leave, I’m definitely feeling better.Everything seems to be going well.But of course, it’s not just going to go away. Chris is still going to want to know about everything and I still don’t know what to say.I’m going to need some help.Which is why immediately after I wake up the next morning I call Becky.“We need to talk.”“I’m here whenever,” she tells me and again I am grateful for the fact that Becky works from home. It means whenever I want to meet with her, she’s there.And today wh

“Court … are you kidding me? You want me to take the baby away from her?”“Don’t you want what’s best for the baby?”I snort at that. “You don’t give a damn about the baby.”“The baby, at least, is innocent. And it’s one of our own. I want what’s best for this family. And that girl is not what’s best for this family.”“Mom, she’s my girlfriend and the mother of my child. That’s the end of it.”“Christian-““What the hell happened? You liked her a few days ago, when you met her.”“That was before I knew what she was. Just another gold digger. And you’ve allowed her to worm her way into your life.”“I think it’s time for you to go,” I say finally.“You’re going to throw your own mother out of your club?”“Don’t make me call a bouncer to do it,” I retort and she scowls at me, indignity radiating from her as she stalks out of the office.Meanwhile, much as I don’t want to think about it, I sit for a long time poring over financial documents and running numbers. Because if this is really E