All Chapters of Billionaire's Baby Project : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Heartiest Congratulations, Shawn."The woman in front of me smiles from ear to ear, her thin, scarlet lips the same shade as the nails pressed against her glass of champagne.Sabrina Roth. Olympic figure skater turned CEO of a global cosmetics company. Younger sister of the Governor of Connecticut. Divorced.It's funny. I was told this party was only for family and stockholders, and she isn't either one — at least, not the last time I checked. Yet here she is.Someone sneaked her name onto the guest list, and I know exactly who."Thank you," I answer politely.Regardless of whether or not I was expecting to see her, she's a guest of the Colbys now. And we always treat our guests well.She touches my arm. "So how does it feel to finally be the man running the show? I bet it must feel good to be free of Daddy's shadow,"If only that were true."He's still on the board so he'll still have a say in things," I reply as I glance at the man with the salt and pepper hair chatting with a coup

"Well," Dad drawls as he consults his watch. "I've got some important guests to see so I'll leave her in your hands now." He pats my back before walking away.I notice Felicity's eyes following his back like she's wishing he hadn't left us alone. Again, she fidgets with her sleeve."Would you like a drink?" I ask her. Maybe a drink will help her loosen up."No, thank you," Felicity answers. "I still have work to do after this.""What work if I may ask?""Stuff to read. Files to organize. I also have to unpack my stuff. I've just moved in from New York.""Really? Well, I think you'll love it here in Chicago."Felicity nods. "I do like it already.""What do you love to eat?" I ask her.She touches the nape of her neck. "I like Asian food just like you. Thai. Vietnamese.""Good. I'll give you a list of my favorite restaurants.""Um, I actually have it already. Cindy, your old assistant, gave it to me."Of course she did. I suddenly wonder why Dad didn't just promote Cindy. She must be pi

I stop writing as heat flows from my fingertips to my toes, turning into an ache as it fills my breasts and then an inch as it settles between my legs. I can't ignore it.I put my pen and my journal down. Then I close my eyes and lie back.I lift the hem of my oversize shirt all the way to my armpits. I trap it between my teeth before pushing the waistband of my underwear down to my knees.I raise my knees and slip my hand between my legs. My fingers search for my nub and find it in seconds. As I stroke it, I touch my breast with my other hand. I pinch the nipple gently, then start to rub it.My hands in place, I let my imagination wander. I've never had sex before. Never had time for romance except for the one I had in high school which, thankfully, didn't get physical, because that guy was a jerk. So, I simply conjure the sex acts from the memories of the books I've read, pretending I'm the heroine.I think about the book I just read, about that scene in the orchard. I pretend I'm l

Strange, I think as I watch Felicity disappear behind the elevator doors. I feel like the woman I've just spoken to is completely different from the one I've been working closely with for the past two years.It's not just because Felicity looked different. I've only ever seen her in stiff dresses or colored silk blouses and tight-fitting skirts, but tonight she was wearing pants and a white top that seemed to hang from her shoulders. The topmost button was left undone, too, and though her cleavage remained concealed, I could see her black bra through the thin fabric. I had to keep myself from staring at it, in fact. Then there's her hair.Apart from that first time I met her, I've always seen her with her cappuccino mane all combed back and tied up, which is attractive enough, but nothing compared to when she has her hair down. There's just something sensual about a woman whose shiny locks are flowing freely past her shoulders, like they're inviting me to run my fingers through them.

Shawn is taking me with him to Switzerland? I can't believe my ears.He's never brought me along on his business trips before. Why now? Why all of a sudden? If he was planning on bringing me along, he could have told me weeks ago. I've already made all the arrangements. He didn't think of it then, so why think of it now? What made him change his mind?"I know it's a bit sudden," Shawn tells me. "But I've realized that this trip is even more important than I thought. I've never handled an acquisition this big. I want to be prepared for anything, so I need you there."Perfectly understandable, but I still can't bring myself to believe it. My fingers clutch the edges of the tablet in my hands, afraid that like this dream come true I've just been handed, it might slip away and shatter.Can this be real? Is it really alright for me to go to Switzerland with Shawn? I mean, we'll be traveling together and we might find ourselves alone together. What if I lose my composure again like I did la