Free The Tycoon's Paternity Agenda by Michelle Celmer

chair and mumbled, “The way you boss me around, a person would think this was your house.”
    He rounded the bed, kicked off his shoes and climbed on, sitting cross-legged next to Katy. “Happy now?”
    â€œGood boy,” Celia said, setting his tray in front of him, stopping just shy of patting his head. He looked more than a little annoyed, which Katy was guessing was the whole point. He may have owned the house, but Celia was clearly in charge.
    It was one of the sweetest, most heartwarming things she had ever seen. The big powerful billionaire was really just a pussycat.
    â€œCan I get you anything else?” Celia asked.
    â€œA double scotch if it wouldn’t be too much trouble,” Adam said.
    She smiled and said, “Of course. Katy?”
    â€œUnder the circumstances, I should probably lay off the booze. But thanks for asking.”
    â€œI didn’t mean…” She sighed and shook her head, as if they were both hopeless. “Heaven help us, you’re just as bad as he is.”
    She walked out mumbling to herself.
    â€œNiño pequeño?” Katy asked, unable to stifle a smile.
    â€œI swear sometimes she thinks I’m still ten years old,” he grumbled, but there was affection in his eyes. He loved Celia, even if he didn’t want to admit it.
    â€œI think everyone needs someone to boss them around every once in a while,” she said. “It keeps you grounded.”
    â€œWell, then, I should be pretty well-grounded, because she bosses me around on a daily basis.”
    And she could tell that though he wanted Katy to believe otherwise, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
    Celia returned several minutes later with his drink, then left them to eat. Katy just assumed that when they were finished, Adam would sit in the chair again. Instead he fluffed the pillows and leaned back against them. It was probably the most laid-back she had ever seen him. In fact, she’d never imagined he could be so relaxed.
    She couldn’t help but wonder if it had anything to do with the scotch. Maybe the alcohol had lowered his inhibitions. She recalled Becca telling her once, a long time ago, that if she wanted something, all she had to do was give him a drink or two and he was about as staunch as a wet noodle. And while Katy didn’t necessarily believe it was ethical to take advantage of an intoxicated person, if it made him open up to her a little…well, what was the harm?
    When Celia came back for their dishes, Katy asked her for a glass of orange juice. “And I think Adam could use another drink.”
    He looked at his watch, then shrugged and said, “Why not?”
    Around nine, after he’d drained his second glass and was clearly feeling no pain—he’d even laughed during one of the shows—she used the bathroom and changed into her pajamas, then climbed back into bed. The program they’d been watching had just ended, so she switched off the television, rolled on her side to face him and asked, “Adam, can we talk?”
    He looked down at her and frowned. “Is something wrong?”
    â€œOh, no, nothing,” she assured him. “It just only seemsright that I should get to know the father of the baby I’ll be carrying. Don’t you think?”
    His brow dipped low. “Oh, you mean you want to talk. ”
    â€œWhat have you got against talking? It’s how people get to know each other.”
    He looked uncomfortable. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”
    â€œMaybe it should be.”
    â€œYou know, my life isn’t really all that interesting.”
    â€œI doubt that.” She gave him a playful poke. “Come on, tell me something about you. Just one thing.”
    â€œLet me think. Oh, I know. I don’t like talking about myself.”
    She laughed. “Adam!”
    â€œWhat?” he said with a grin. “You said one thing.”
    â€œSomething I