Free Baby Love: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance by Vesper Vaughn Page A

office. He was standing by his secretary’s desk in full view of the conference room. He leaned down and said something to her. She laughed at the joke he’d told, flipping her perfect brown hair over her shoulder flirtatiously.
    I felt jealousy burning through me. I adjusted my glasses, going red from embarrassment. I was basically a child. Why would he want me?
    “Rachel?” Callie’s voice finally bored through my brain. I saw that both of them were staring at me. I wondered how many times they’d tried to get my attention.
    “Sorry,” I said. “What’s that?”
    “We’re done. We just need you to sign on the bottom line and the main part of the contract is done,” Mr. Sanderson explained, handing me his Mont Blanc pen.
    I scribbled my name nervously at the bottom, determinedly avoiding looking at Zane again. Mr. Sanderson flipped the thick stack of papers shut and put them in a folio. “I’ll have my secretary send you copies.”
    Callie handed him her business card. “Perfect,” she said.
    “There is one more thing,” Mr. Sanderson said. “There’s an addendum to the contract that Mr. Reid wanted to go over with Ms. Cobb here alone.”
    Callie glanced at me suspiciously. “I’d prefer, as her lawyer, that she sign nothing without my presence.”
    Mr. Sanderson folded his hands. “He was quite insistent that this remain confidential between him and Ms. Cobb.”
    My stomach was instantly filled with butterflies. I glanced back at the secretary’s desk but saw Zane was gone. Then I heard his voice. “Rachel,” Zane said, sending electricity down my spine.
    He was standing in the doorway, a steely look on his face. This wasn’t the boyish guy I’d seen in the park. He was back to business Zane.
    “Mr. Reid,” Callie said, standing up to shake his hand. He ignored her. I saw that Callie had pushed her breasts out to show them off. I felt a bitter surge of satisfaction that he wasn’t tempted in the slightest by her slim figure. Callie always outshone me. But not now. Zane only had eyes for me.
    “Come to my office, Rachel. I’m assuming you’re done here?”
    I communicated a look of It’s fine to Callie before following him out of the room. I knew she was pissed. I could feel it like a sixth sense. We marched through the office, everyone staring at me. I tried not to be bothered. Finally, we reached double wooden doors that Zane held open for me. “After you,” he said, smoldering at me.
    My breath caught in my chest as I made eye contact with him. I wanted to crawl inside his stare and live there for the rest of my life. He was fire.
    His office was surprisingly traditional; dark wood-paneled walls lining three sides of the room. The fourth had a view of Lake Michigan, unobstructed. The teal waters glimmered in the late morning sunlight. Zane sat down at his enormous desk and put his feet up. “Have a seat, Rachel.”
    I perched on the edge of a plush red chair in front of his desk. I crossed my ankles, thinking about how my mom would insist on me doing that if she were here. “Mr. Reid,” I said.
    Zane laughed. “You don’t need to call me that here either,” he insisted.
    I brushed a lock of hair that had fallen out of my ponytail back over my ear. “I feel like establishing these clear boundaries is good for both of us.”
    He raised his eyebrows. “You’re implying that we’ll have occasion to meet each other in a non-business setting again?”
    I opened my mouth and closed it, pink creeping up my cheeks. “I wasn’t- I –“
    Zane put his feet down and leaned forward across his desk. “I like the glasses.”
    The pink on my cheeks was now a four-alarm fire. “Thank you,” I replied. “I lost my last pair of contacts down the drain.”
    “You should keep the glasses,” he said. “They’re fucking sexy.”
    I cleared my throat but couldn’t come up with anything to say. I tapped my leg on the carpet.
    “I think Bob told you there was something I wanted to discuss