Sneak Peek Into Surprise Baby For My Exs Best Friend

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This is bad!

I screamed internally as I watched my greatest mistake stride into the room. Dark and brooding.

“This is Mr. Roman Blairwood,” his assistant announced.

Really bad.

My head spun as I struggled to steady my gaze on the glass floor of the exquisite waiting room. Everything suddenly seemed shaky. Even my heartbeat was…

Fuck, my heartbeat was almost as fast as grandma’s neck during seizures.

The familiar scent of warm amber and cedarwood filled the room. And I clenched my thighs involuntarily at the memories it elicited. Memories of heaven…and intense org-

Come on, Marlowe!This is not the impression you want to make on a potential client. I tried to remind myself, but even I knew it was bullshit.

I already made an impression. I made it two nights ago with my legs hung over his shoulders and my lips screaming his name. And that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was it occurred a few hours after I broke up with his best friend.

Although, I didn”t know I’d be here. Heck, I didn”t even think we’d ever see each other again. But Johnson, from Operations in my architecture firm, had to make a last-minute change to my collaboration. Because, in his words, the other architect was ‘unavailable.’

He didn’t give any more explanation and simply ended the call when I tried to ask. Johnson was known to be abrupt, but that was the least of my problems right now.

I grimaced as the sound of polished leather shoes drew my attention back to reality. Deep breaths.

Yeah, deep breaths. Maybe if I—

“What is this?” His voice instantly halted every other thought. It was deep and pierced through my ear. And I swear I saw his assistant flinch.

I couldn’t blame her; this man reeked of power. He was the thirty-two-year-old Roman Blairwood, the most successful real estate tycoon in Los Angeles. With a finely cut midnight blue suit, which draped flawlessly over broad shoulders, and a six-foot-one tapered frame, which towered dauntingly, his presence commanded attention.

Even Adonis would submit before this man.

The same way I had when his girth dove in between my thighs.

Clutching ginger tendrils away from my face, I swallowed.

What was I supposed to say?

All rational thoughts escaped my mind when I finally raised my hazel eyes from his chest to his eyes.

They were just like I recalled; deep icy blue that popped against his flawless, tanned skin.

But unlike that night, they didn’t hold promises of pleasure. Instead, they held anger. Apparent anger at me.

I didn’t know what I expected, but I couldn’t say I was surprised. Earlier this morning, I was furious too.

Okay, maybe more nervous than furious. Still…

“Good morning, sir.” My brain instantly told me to stand. Or maybe it was how wrong it felt to sit while he stood. Either way, I quickly obeyed. “It appears that—”

“Not you.” A few strands of shiny blonde hair fell into his eyes. Somehow, the dense strands had managed to escape his slicked-back style.

He turned to his assistant.

“What is this, Elizabeth?”

I watched the corner of his eyes slightly narrow at her before his thick hands found the pocket of his pants.

Thick hands…

When he angled his head even more at the blonde assistant, the nervousness in my stomach deepened.

Was it even nervousness?

No matter how much I wanted to hear her response, something about the veins was distracting. They slowly appeared at the side of his neck and were distracting me. Distractingly warm….and slippery.

There was no other way to explain it.

With a low gulp, I tightened my butt cheeks to provide friction between my heated thighs.

Fuck.

The vein in his neck reminded me of other veins that appeared on his thick shaft. I had traced them with my thumb. Squeezed them—squeezed him until he was groaning for me.

His shaft had parted my legs with a command I couldn”t deny. It teased my entrance. And soaked my wetness until his name was the only sound on my lips. Even when I reached m—

“Shit.” The word was followed by a loud bang. And I instantly shook myself out of my daze. Clenching my fist, I turned to see the assistant hunched over to pick something. Her tablet had fallen.

“I– I”m sorry sir,” she stuttered as she swiped the surface of the white gadget. “This is– is your nine o”clock introductory meeting with the lead architect of Thompson architecture firm, Miss Marlowe Thorn.”

No more words were spoken as her boss turned his head to mine. This time, I refused to meet his eyes. Instead, I kept mine trained on his lips.

Perhaps because I could already sense the impending doom. Or because his lips were stuck in a frown and not that playful smile when he had me moaning under him. The same lips that had suckled my brea—

“Miss Thorn.” The smooth movement of his jaw drew my attention to it. And my eyes unwillingly traced its sharp silhouette.

Shit.

Even my sweaty palms against my black pants did nothing to stop the shudder that wracked my senses. Good lord. How was I so nervous and turned on at the same time?

“I do not want you on my team.”

There was a certain calm in his voice. It possessed addict—

Wait, what?

The realization of those words was enough to restore my senses. Instantly, everything I felt slowly simmered away. And I unclenched my fist.

He doesn”t want me on his team? I mean, I know I messed up, but we both did. Not wanting me on his team is taking things a little too far.

Right?

Raising my eyes as well as my chin, I released a deep breath. “Excuse me sir, but I was only rescheduled to this company this morni–”

“Don’t,” he interrupted with a slight wave of his fingers.

I furrowed my brows. Don”t what? Talk?

An almost silent gasp reached my ears. And I turned to see Elizabeth staring at me with wide eyes.

Did I say that out loud?

My question was immediately answered when I returned my eyes to him. Frown lines swam from the edge of one brow to the other. His sharp jaws ticked.

“Don’t try to give frivolous excuses,” he spoke calmly. Too calm for one whose face was scrunched in irritation.

Ah fuck. Now I”m the bad guy trying to give excuses. Suddenly, I regretted ever having anything to do with this man.

Rationally, I should keep my mouth shut. I should take my briefcase and report to Johnson after this meeting. But something about his expression made me want to talk.

It made me want to stay and show this man how much of an asshole he is. And I did.

“If you had let me finish then you”d have known that wasn”t an excuse.” This time, I ignored the gasp that came from the assistant.

“I was merely stating a fact. A slight change that happened in the schedule just this morning.”

His hands balled into a fist. And I could see his eyes grow darker. But I didn”t care. He had no right to be angry.

At least not at me.

“About thirty minutes ago,” I continued despite the scowl that played across his lips. “I received an email. Then, subsequently, a call stating an impromptu change in plans. Claire, another architect, was scheduled for this real estate company while I was fixed to another, but things changed, and I”m here now.”

“I believe you should have gotten the call, too, or at least an email. And if you haven”t, the best thing to do is to call my firm to confirm.”

Or at least cancel the contract the right way.

It took everything in me to bridle my tongue for that part. Because apart from him being an asshole, I needed this contract. After finding out the project to be embarked on via the email that was sent, I realized it could greatly help me.

In fact, it could be my biggest milestone of all time. And could possibly give me all I”ve ever wanted career-wise. So, as much as I didn”t want to be here, I had a great deal to benefit.

“Your unnecessary explanation isn”t required. You cannot convince me otherwise.” His lips remained tight, but the words were bold. And his irritation was apparent.

Still, I couldn”t help the scoff that escaped my throat. Convince? Really? That”s all the inference he could draw?

“I have zero intention of convincing someone like you… sir.” When I heard another gasp, I almost face-palmed myself. Could this one shut up and not exaggerate things?

Just as I’d had the thought, he turned to her. “Get out.”

At least we shared the same sentiment.

“Yes, sir,” she squeaked, wiping a hand against her black skirt. And in an instant, she scampered out the glass doors.

Regret filled me almost instantly when I returned my eyes to him. It wasn”t the stern folding of arms that had me cowering. But the slow, dreadful walk to my position.

I struggled to maintain balance as I watched him walk toward me. His strides were slow. And his eyes only seemed to get darker with each step.

Shit.

Suddenly, the air grew thick. And I wished the assistant had never left. Somehow, the tension was manageable with her.

The scent of his cologne hit me even stronger until he stopped… exactly a foot from me.

“Listen to me.” Warm breath fanned my forehead as I swallowed. “This is my company…”

Yeah, it”s also Alexander’s.

The company was, indeed, also co-owned by my ex.

Okay. Roman Blairwood and Alexander Keller owned Horizon Real Estate. It is one of the most prominent real estate companies in Los Angeles.

“…and I decide whom to work with. You, Miss Thorn, aren”t on the list.”

I dragged my eyes from parted lips to orbs that remained slightly narrowed. His hands were still folded against his pristine suit. And his nose seemed even straighter from this angle.

Did he need to come this close?

Mimicking his stance, I took a step back. I had to brace myself for my next words.

“Perhaps if you knew how to separate business from pleasure, then the list wouldn”t matter.”

Silence. That”s all I was met with. Thick silence that took a comfortable space between us.

Okay. Wasn’t I supposed to say that? I swear I thought th—

“What pleasure?”

The words struck a bone in my chest. Instinctively, my eyes found his. “Eh?”

Except for the slight arch in his brows, there was nothing on his face. No giveaway on if he was serious or kidding.

He had to be joking. There was absolutely no way in hell I would answ—

“What pleasure do you speak of?” He repeated his question. This time, with a step closer.

As his long, immaculate lashes fluttered monotonously, my fingers itched to search for dementia on my phone. And if it occurs in the early thirties.

I speak of the pleasures of two nights ago, my lord.

“I don”t understand.” I managed to press my lips into a thin line.

For a brief moment, it seemed as though a corner of his lip curved upward. But before I could take another glance, it was gone.

“Don”t understand what?” He tilted his head ever so slightly, his expression still blank.

“This has to be some sort of a jo–”

“What happened that night, Miss Thorn, was nothing but an error that should never have happened,” he interrupted, giving me a once over.

Yeah, no shit.

“I do not like the way you look nor do I like the way you talk. Hence, I think you would be extremely unfit for my project.”

I”m sorry, what?

“I do not want you in my building, and especially not my team.” He took another step closer. I could feel the subtle heat of anger radiating from his chest. “You have wasted invaluable time this morning beating around the bush with no solid basis for your arrival.”

Anger burned in my chest as I watched his stupid lips move. Bullshit. All this was bullshit.

“Now, I will inform your CEO to allocate another architect to this firm,” he straightened himself and tugged lightly at the end of his suit. “And when I do, do not find your way back here.”

Oh, hell no.

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