The Boss Crush - Penny Wylder Page 0,53

and this fucking. . .” her mouth folds down as she circles my womb with a finger in the air— “disaster, I'll burn you to the ground. No one within fifty miles will ever hire you.” She takes a step in, bringing her face so close to mine I can smell her breath. “Understand?”

“Okay,” I agree quickly, just wanting her to get the hell away from me. “I'll stay away from him.”

“Thanks, Dalia, thank you so much.” Sandy hugs me again, her body language instantly relaxes, and her smile returns as if she didn't just threaten me. “This company needs Lyle. We can't have him half here, we need him all here.”

“I get it,” I say, pushing out of the hug.

She walks out of the bathroom with an extra skip in her step. I'm not sure how I'm going to stay away from him, but Sandy is unstable. She's fucking psychotic. I have to protect this baby, even if that means staying away from its father for now.

There are two worlds here, and they need to stay separate.

Our world, and her world.

I just hope I can keep our world safe.

10

Lyle

She's having my baby.

My baby.

The thought makes my dick hard. I love the idea of her carrying my child. I love the fact that a part of me is living inside her. It does something to me, it turns me from man to animal, making me feel wicked.

Dalia is mine.

Simple as that. No other man can touch her. No other man has claim over her. And no other man ever will. This baby makes her my queen, and I'm her fucking king.

I suppose someone else might be more nervous or concerned. And I probably should be, too. A child is life changing. I don't know how my family is going to react or what my sister will say.

But I realize I don't give a shit. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. I'm going to be a father, and no one is going to take that from me. It's joyous, it's exciting, and if they can't see it, if they can't enjoy this new life too, then that's too fucking bad.

Where is she anyway? I haven't seen her yet today.

Buzzing my secretary, she answers my call. “Send Dalia in for me, please.”

“Of course, Mr. Vox.”

A few minutes pass, then there's a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I call out.

Dalia opens the door slowly and pokes her head inside. “You wanted to see me?”

“Wanted to see you? Of course I wanted to see you. You say it like you're surprised.” Sitting up, I wave her inside. “Close the door.” She does as I ask, but she looks so fucking timid, almost like she's afraid of me.

Standing up, I walk to her side, and give her a hug. “I missed you. How's my baby doing today?” I reach out to touch her stomach, my fingertips barely grazing her.

Except, she doesn't hug back. Her arms dangle at her sides, stiff as branches. “Good I guess. I don't feel much of anything right now.” She brushes my hand away, trying to make it unnoticeable as she wraps her hands around her sides.

But I notice. I notice the distance. I notice the reserve. I noticed it the second she walked in here.

Taking a step back, I put some sapce between us so I can really study her face. I flick my eyes between hers, trying to read her mind. Something isn't right.

“Are you okay?” I ask. “You don't seem happy to see me. You don't seem happy at all.”

Jerking her body away, she wraps her arms even tighter around her ribs, and hugs herself nervously. “I'm fine, why?”

Shaking my head, my jaw cocks to the side. “I don't know, I guess I just expected to see the same look in your eye today as yesterday. You were so happy, especially after. . .” Grinning, I rock my head on my shoulders. “I fucked you on my desk.”

“I'm sorry I'm not what you expected, but I don't really know what else to say.”

What is going on with her? This isn't who she was when she told me about our baby, and she saw how excited I was about it.

Taking a step back, I give her the space she seems to want. This is probably a lot more for her to comprehend, it's her body. My voice is flat, emotionless. I don't want her to think I'm mad or sad, I don't want to give her anything.

I want