Hot Date With The Boss (BBW Contemporary Billionaire Romance) (5 page)

Glenn looked at the text message, and couldn’t stop the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. It was from Melissa and had come in two hours after he’d arrived home after a visit to his family. He’d wanted to bring her along, but they couldn’t let the office be understaffed.

He’d have to make some arrangements soon, because he and Melissa were here to stay, and he had no intention of changing that. She was a hell of a woman, tolerant of his moods, gentle with him when she needed to be and firm when she needed to be. They’d found a happy balance of leaving their lifestyle at the club, while being equals on their other off work hours. It was the best way for them to have a healthy relationship. Glenn wanted to take it to the next level, to bring her into the family scene, to see if she could manage to get along with his three kid brothers and their wives, to see how she treated his parents.

He’d met her mother several times, but Melissa didn’t like exposing him to that part of her life. And that was just the word she’d used. Exposed. As if he hadn’t been round heavy drinkers before. Her mother drank more than she did anything, including cleaning or being involved in her daughter’s life, and Glenn wanted more for Melissa. He wanted her to move in with him. He wanted them to take it to the next level.

Glenn read the text message again.
Message when you get in. We have to talk.

“We have to talk” was never a good phrase, in his experience, but he thought that he and Melissa were rock solid. There had been a little bit of a whirlwind to begin with, but they’d settled in to what he thought was a great routine of dinner at his place a couple of times a week, followed by TV or reading, and a couple nights at the club every week. They’d explored each other in and out of bed, and Glenn couldn’t be happier with Melissa.

I’m home
, he texted back.
You coming over?

Give me ten.

She wasn’t at home then. Her place to his was twenty in no traffic. She’d known when he’d been returning home and though she didn’t have a key yet, she could have sat in the lobby of his building until he arrived home. He needed to work on getting her a key, as long as this wasn’t a goodbye moment.

A goodbye moment? What the hell was he thinking?

Glenn paced around his apartment, trying to settle his emotions, trying to make sense of what might be going on. He knew he hadn’t misread the situation; she cared about him as much as he did about her. He’d banished Melissa’s self image situation weeks ago, and she seemed not only more confident, but more comfortable in her skin. They had to figure out the work situation, but that would work itself out in time; he was sure of it.

By the time Melissa knocked on his door, Glenn had worked himself into a panic and when he saw the expression on his face, he had to work to keep himself calm. What was it? Her mother? The office? Cathy? Frank? What had happened?

“Hi,” he said to her, pushing his panic aside. Shoving his feelings down was part of his dominance and it served him well here. When she hesitated, he led her into his condo, pulling her into a hug.

She wrapped her arms around him and sank into his embrace, her head settling on his shoulder. Okay, they were okay. He could breathe, even if it was in short, shallow breaths.

“Are you okay?” he asked, feeling foolish. It was pretty damn clear that she wasn’t.

“No,” she said, pulling back and cupping his cheek. “Glenn, honey we have to talk.”

“Okay…” He followed her into the kitchen.

She sat down, reaching into her purse and bringing something out, a tissue wrapped package that looked vaguely tongue depressor shaped. She took a paper towel from the rack in the center of the kitchen table and put the bundle on it.

“I haven’t been feeling well for the last couple of weeks. It was nothing I could put my finger on...Can you please sit down? You’re intimidating me.”

“Sorry.” He started to sit beside her and then thought the better of it, taking a seat in the chair across from hers.

“Thanks.” She gave him a smile and it was a glimpse of his beautiful Melissa again, though he had the distinct idea that whatever she had to say was going to be a game changer for them both.

“I took my temperature, and I was fine, and there have been no outbreaks of any strange diseases that we need to worry about. Turns out that the easiest solution is what it is.”

“What?” he asked, resisting every urge to grab the package and open it.

“Glenn, I’m—we’re—pregnant. It must have happened that first night when we didn’t use anything.” She unwrapped the bundle and he looked at the pink lines, strong and decisive. She was pregnant. They were expecting.

“Wow,” he finally managed, tears pricking his eyes.

“What does that mean?” she asked, her voice trembling, eyes glistening with tears that threatened to fall.

“Knees,” he said hoarsely and her eyes widened. They didn’t do scenes at home, and this would be the exception, but he had to be sure.

He had to be positive this was real.

“Hands behind your back,” he instructed his own tears flowing. “Eyes on me.”

“Yes, Sir.” The uncertainty in her voice underscored her confusion, but she did as he said. And that was the beauty between them, the bond he knew would take them far, in and out of the scene.

“The safe word is no, Melissa. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Melissa, will you marry me?”

“Yes, Sir!” She jumped up and into his arms and made Glenn the happiest man in creation.

THE END

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