Free Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance by BWWM Club, Tyra Small Page B

to swoon like a stupid teenager with a crush. At the moment
she could feel her body heating at his proximity when she turned. He
was right behind her, so close she could reach out and grab him if
she wanted to. Part of her actually wanted to but she ignored that
part. Bryce looked sexy as hell in his gray fitted suit, crisp white
shirt and deep purple tie. Lateisha had to tell herself a few times
that ignoring the urge to jump his bones was in fact a good thing.
Maybe it was the raging hormones. That’s what she told herself
anyway. No matter that she felt this way before getting pregnant.
    “I just came in to check up on you. We haven’t really
spoken in awhile. I hope you remembered the ultrasound we have
tomorrow,” Bryce said, his hazel eyes looking her up and down
as if he were inspecting her for damage.
    Lateisha nodded, turning away from him to wipe the last table. It
was better if she wasn’t so close to him while they talked. It
was probably a good thing they hadn’t spoken in awhile.
    “I remember. I’m doing fine; nauseous and exhausted but
fine.” Lateisha grabbed the dirty rag and brought it back
behind the counter, snagging her soda and taking a sip as she went.
    “What’s that?” Bryce asked, pointing at her cup.
    Lateisha laughed. “You’ve never seen soda before?”
She teased.
    Bryce’s face remained serious. “Soda in large amounts
isn’t good for a developing fetus. There’s too much
caffeine and the sugar isn’t good for you either. You could
develop gestational diabetes.”
    Lateisha sighed. Here we go again, she thought.
    “Two sodas aren’t a big deal, Bryce.” Lateisha
took the cup and dramatically dropped it into a trash can.
    Bryce shook his head, “How many have you had over the last few
weeks?”
    Lateisha didn’t answer, he had a point. She had at least two
or three sodas every few days. There was no way she was telling him
he was right though.
    “Not as much as you would assume, Mr. Control Freak,”
she said, turning on her heel and leaving him standing at the counter
while she walked to the back to deposit the cloth in the washing
machine.
    He could wait on her for a change. She threw all the towels into a
load, poured the soap in and started the machine.
    “You can’t avoid the question or ignore me, Lateisha.”
Bryce had followed her into the back room.
    “This room is employees only, Mr. Henderson.” Lateisha
pushed past him and headed towards the break room to grab her purse
and jacket.
    “Lateisha,” Bryce sounded like he was begging her to
talk to him.
    When he wanted to talk to her she had to do as he pleased, but he
had been avoiding her for weeks. Anger suddenly took over and
Lateisha’s face heated as she turned to him.
    “No. You don’t get to dictate when and where I talk to
you. You may have full control over this baby but you will not
control me,” Lateisha answered, shaking with rage.
    Bryce grabbed her by the arms and looked down at her. His hazel eyes
dark with emotion.
    “I’m concerned about you both. You eat junk all day and
expect me to be okay with how that affects my baby. Not to mention
the toll it will take on you. I don’t want you working in this
place any more. You can come work for me.”
    Bryce released her and walked toward the doors and Lateisha had no
choice but to follow him to find out what the hell he meant.
    *****
    Bryce stalked away from Lateisha, anger making his blood boil.
Usually Bryce was very good at maintaining his composure. Never once,
not even when some idiot at work tried to one up him, did he lose his
temper in public. But somehow Lateisha had him on the edge of
exploding. Walking away was the best option. He knew her working in
fast food would become an issue sooner or later. She assured him she
didn’t eat from the place she worked, but he’d seen the
other shit she ate. Lateisha liked to pretend that he wasn’t
paying attention. Little did she know he was always watching her. For
breakfast she ate