The Billionaire's Pregnant Assistant

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g further into the living room. His towering figure makes the ro

im find this.

owed with concern. Before he can get too close, I turn

ce comes through the door, filled with wo

n let him see this-not now, not yet. I don't even know if I can ever tell him. "It's nothing," I

s time, signaling that he's moving back to the living room. "O

riedly shove the test into the laundry basket under a pile of clothes. My heart

ned on me. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asks,

us. It's my first big business trip, and I guess I'm nervous a

have been scared of failing during this trip

I'm sorry; I didn't mean to worry you when I said not to screw things up. That's just..

speak so kindly. I can't help but smi

vin beats me to it, lifting it as though it weighs nothing.

tugging at his lips. "Just let

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tone firm yet gentle. "Call me Gavin.

him. What has gotten into him? He

There are three other cars parked, one in front and t

n as I notice his shirt is slightly unbuttoned, revealing the toned goodness beneath. The heat from

this is wrong-I have a boyfriend. But something a

he reaches for my seatbelt. I hadn't even realized I hadn't buc

e inches apart. His breath is warm against m

tles into his seat like nothing happened. Di

though the moment passed unnot

ghts. What just happened? Why am I feeling this way? Gavin is my b

ets as we drive past. But my mind is nowhere near the streets.

te jet stops me in my tracks. Sleek, pristine, it

lightly along the side of the jet, half in amazement, half in disb

e, making me freeze. "Excuse

d that. I turn, cheeks bur

ing. "You're right. Typical rich people. We love spendi

e steps and into the jet. The interior is even more luxurious than o

own in the seat across from me. Hmm, I won't ge

converted gentleman, opens the door for me again. My cheeks flush

ht," he says, glancing at me. "Let's grab

ng me. My face reddens as Gavin chuckles, the sound

o my surprise, the conversation flows easily. We lau

s eyes soft as he looks at me. "You'l

heart light. "I should

ms. At my door, he smiles, his voice

ulous fluttering thing again. Gosh, what is wrong w

s me like a wave. This isn't right. My phone buzzes

hes across the scre