THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS
Leo was a creature of habit and routine as regards his working day, and the hours he set aside for becoming acquainted with his daughter were equally regular.
Feeling dreadfully ill at ease, her face hotly flushed, Susan lifted up on to all fours and then back on to her heels. Then she discovered that squinting up at Leo from that angle merely made him more intimidating and she hurriedly sprang upright, skimming taut hands down over her jean-clad hips, tugging at the T-shirt, still damp from Sophie's bath, conscious that it was clinging to her braless breasts.
“If you turn her into an overly sensitive, loving, too caring person,” Leo drawled with lashings of sarcasm, “She'll be a pushover an
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