Page 67 of Baby Daddy

Not giving up, I pinned her against the car door and pressed my erection against her to let her know how really hard it was.

She blew out a breath. “Listen, Drake, we really need to end this.”

I swept a strand of hair off her face. “Why?”

“The timing. It’s all wrong.”

I let out a frustrated breath of my own. I didn’t want to lose her. I couldn’t lose her. The timing was all wrong for me too. There was the pending Mighty Girl deal—another conversation—and there was the pending Saxton deal. My father, happy that I was serious about someone, was looking forward to meeting and introducing her to Gunther at the upcoming gala. And he would be over-the-top happy to finally have a new series on Peanuts. My mind worked feverishly for a solution. A few moments passed…and Bingo!

“Listen, Dee, I have an idea. Let’s just pretend we’re involved until my father’s deal goes through. We’re talking a couple of weeks, and after that, you’re free to do what you want. By that time, you won’t even be my temp and we can re-evaluate things.”

“What will it involve?”

“Being discreet. I told my father about you and he’s adamant that we keep our relationship out of the office. But he is eager to meet you.”

“He can stop by my desk and see there’s nothing between us except a wall.”

Damn this girl. What kind of game was she playing?

“That won’t be possible. He’s out of the country. He wants you to come to the gala he and my mother are hosting for Gunther Saxton on Saturday night.”

“As your—”

“Date.” I did it…I said the word. It wasn’t that hard.

“What if I say no?”

“You can’t say no.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s part of your job responsibilities. Paragraph five, line three: ‘The assistant must attend all business-related events as requested by her superior and will be paid overtime in accordance with company policy.’” I was totally making this shit up, but Dee fell for it.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Fine.”

I let her go and she rounded the truck, getting into the driver’s seat. Seeing this fiery woman behind the wheel of a pickup was fucking sexy as sin. Following her, I held the door open as she buckled herself in.

“Please let go of the door.”

I smirked. “Good night, Dee. See you in the morning. We need to discuss the Mighty Girl deal first thing.”

“Let me sleep on it.”

Let me sleep on it with you.

With this thought on my mind, I watched her slam her door shut and pull out of the parking lot with a vengeance.

Sweet vengeance.