The Billionaire's Price For My Baby

ty stomach. The fluorescent lights of the office restroom hummed overhead, a sound that seemed to drill directly into her skull. She sque

Two.

weeks since the champagne that tasted like liquid

ck she had smuggled in inside her sleeve. She didn't want to look. Looking made it real.

ened h

ink l

they were undeniabl

lids-the heavy scent of pine and expensive scotch, the rough texture of Adrian Conway's tuxedo jacket, the way his eyes had darkened in the dim light of the hotel suite. It was

vy thud, followed by the sharp, rhythmi

burying it under receipts and lip balm. She flushed the toilet, not

re you dea

with faux concern. Joni Dil

g hands. She took a deep breath, composed her face in

lipstick that was too bright for a Tuesday morning. Sh

said, popping her lips. "Ro

ater was freezing, shocking her skin. She splashed it onto h

aina muttered, grabbing

her face. "Well, you better get it together. The Ice King is on a ra

he paper towel in the bin and walk

, organized with military precision. She sat down, her hand instinctively going to her flat stomach ben

idn't do messy. He didn't do personal complications. He was a machine, ef

her desk buzzed,

ee. B

id of inflection. It wasn't

respond to his voice before her brain could catch up. She went to the breakroom, her hands performing t

a moment to steady herself. She had to tell him. She couldn't

ed the d

e phone, his posture rigid, the line of his shoulders sharp under his bespoke suit. The

ndifference one might show a piece of furniture. He pointe

e glass surface. She didn't leave. She stood there, gripping t

d at her, his brow furrowing sligh

unding thin and foreign to her own ears

degrees. Adrian's expression hardened. He pic

Elaina. A lapse. We

she whispe

he air like a scalpel. "You are an excellent assistant. Do not make

ted in her chest and burned its way up her thro

y," she c

s curious gaze, past the murmuring interns. She needed air.

ending to go to the clinic three blocks away to get a blood test confirmat

the executive floor. Elaina step

Conway w

, but her presence filled the small metal box, sucking out all the oxygen. Her gray hai

a managed to say, stepping in and pr

ze swept over Elaina, assessing, calculatin

tance finally acknow

anging, willing them to move faster. Her stomach churned again. The smel

by. Elaina practically bolt

rushing in, blind behind his load.

andbag slipped from her grasp and

. Her wallet, her

ox with the bold pink le

s scrambling to gather her things. She snatched

with a large sapphire

ked up, her breath hi

label. Then, her eyes moved to the loose plastic stick that had fallen out of th

were contaminated evidence. She looked at the date on t

was something far worse. A slow, ter

Constance

hard she thought they might give

apped her fingers, and two large men in dark s

ide," Constance

ng toward the revolving doors where fre

g no room for argument. She turned and walked toward the e

king by, checking their phones, drinking coffee. No

ard a sleek black Lincoln stretched out a

rises. High up on the top floor, Adrian was drinking his black cof

not gently. Elaina stumbled into the dark interior of the