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

with you one on one.”
    I nodded nervously. “Yes.”
    Zane laughed. “Why do you look so nervous?”
    I stopped jiggling my leg immediately. “Callie thought you might be making me some kind of BDSM submissive.”
    Zane smiled wryly. “Not quite. But I do have a proposal for you.”
    My stomach turned over at the word “proposal” and I had a vision of Zane getting down on one knee. My imagination was threatening to run away with my brain if I didn’t reign it in soon. “Okay. I’m listening.”
    Zane stood up and walked over to the window, his hands in his pockets. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to follow him or not. “When you’re a billionaire, the world is yours,” he said toward the glass. I decided to stay put. “I can have everything. I do have everything. Everything that I could ever possibly want. Well, nearly everything. Do you know what I don’t have, Rachel?” He turned around to face me.
    “I have no idea,” I said honestly. “A ‘Han Shot First’ t-shirt?”
    Zane’s perfect façade faltered for an instant. He was about to laugh but he recovered quickly. “I don’t have you,” he replied.
    It was my turn to laugh, and I didn’t stop myself. My glasses nearly fell off my nose. “Excuse me?” When I came up for air, he was still staring at me like he was trying to light my clothes on fire.
    “I’m serious. I don’t have you.”
    I looked around the office. “Is this a joke?”
    He shook his head once. “You feel it. Our chemistry. It’s undeniable. I want you Rachel. I want all of you. And I know I could have you if I just asked. But there’s one more thing I want.”
    I felt my breathing slow down so much I thought my heart might stop. “And what’s that?” I whispered, my voice hoarse from sheer nerves.
    “A baby. With you.”
     

CHAPTER TEN
    ZANE
    “Sign over your entire empire yet?” Roger asked. We were in my apartment eating a catered dinner from the downstairs kitchen in the hotel. Liz was there as well, enjoying a night out without her kids. She was a single mother to five after her husband had passed away a few years’ prior.
    “Not quite,” I replied, pouring a glass of wine.
    “You regret anything yet?” Liz asked.
    I bit my tongue before responding that the only thing I regretted was not asking Rachel to pull her ponytail out and shake all of her hair around her shoulders with those glasses on. They were fuck-me-in-the-library glasses. “Nope,” I responded simply, filling my bowl with Thai coconut curry.
    “You know the production team thinks you’ve lost your mind,” Liz said.
    “But the marketing team is going ape shit. They’re planning on putting that final scene onto YouTube. It’ll be viral. Probably over a hundred million hits in three days, I’d guess,” Roger enthused.
    The soup was delicious and decadent. I had prepared myself for their criticisms. “It wasn’t pity,” I explained. “It was a deal I wanted to make so I followed my instincts and made it. My instincts haven’t lead me wrong yet.”
    “You fuck her yet?” Roger asked me, point blank.
    I shook my head.
    Liz squinted her brown eyes at me over her wine glass that she held with both hands. “I knew it. I knew it. I knew you wanted to fuck her. I don’t know how I knew it, because she’s not your type, but I definitely knew.” She rapped a closed fist on her breastbone. “Mother’s intuition.”
    “I still don’t get it. She’s not at all your type. She’s sort of fat and plain-looking,” Roger said shamelessly.
    Liz threw a handful of crispy rice noodles at his face. “You’re a shallow asshole.”
    I gave Roger a steely look. “You don’t have to get it. She’s smart. And I’ve always had a thing for redheads.”
    Roger rolled his eyes. “Bullshit. I’ve never once seen you with a redhead.”
    Liz looked at me suspiciously. I went back to eating, feeling nervous under her stare. “You’re doing that x-ray thing again. Stop it.”
    She laughed.