Claimed by the billionaire
“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.”
I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.”
His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.”
I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?”
“Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel.
Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.