Surprising the Billionaire with a Baby - Elizabeth Lynx Page 0,24
desk and placed her hand on my shoulder. “I don’t think it is you. Rock told me he’s stressed trying to find funding for some VR tech he’s working on. You just entered his life at a stressful time, that’s all.”
I nodded to appease my sister. She wanted to see the best in people, and that was sweet. But it wasn’t always the truth.
“I have to get back. Stop by The Blue Chip for lunch. I’ll whip you up a delicious grilled cheese sandwich and sweet potato fries.”
My stomach rumbled at the idea. “Yes. Right now, I’d marry grilled cheese if it were legal.”
I thought my cravings would stop once I gave birth, but no. Everything was so much worse. And I was constantly hungry as if I were a sixteen-year-old boy and not a thirty-year-old mother.
She shrugged her shoulders as she turned to leave. “You never know. My grilled cheeses are magical. It might get down on one crust and produce a ring.” She snorted at her own joke.
“Stick to your day job,” I called out after her with a grin.
I leaned over and grabbed my cell. My arm lightly grazed my right tit, and it hurt. These puppies were about to burst unless I did something.
My desk was situated right outside Mr. Diaz’s door at the end of a hallway. I was near a few other offices, but their doors were all closed. It was only ten-thirty in the morning, and I knew Mr. Diaz wouldn’t be back for several hours.
I had time to quickly pump in his bathroom before he returned. I reached down and opened the bottom drawer to my desk. Inside, it contained a black backpack that housed my pumping equipment.
Once I was done, I’d store the breast milk in the small refrigerator in his office. He let me put my lunch in there once this week, before Laura insisted I eat at The Blue Chip.
I’d tell him it was my lunch since I kept the bottles in a storage bag. He’d never be the wiser.
After grabbing the bag, I swiftly moved into Monty’s office and closed the door. He kept the office tidy, and I made sure not to knock into anything for fear he might figure out I had been in here.
“No snooping today, Julia,” I whispered to myself.
I scurried across the gray-carpeted floor and in the corner, behind his desk, was the door to the bathroom.
It too was small, not much bigger than my bathroom at home. But instead of a tub and old pink shower curtain like I had, there was a walk-in shower with sleek blue and gray tile.
The sink had a small counter that I placed my bag on. Pulling up my thin red sweater, I unclasped the front of my maternity bra, exposing both my nipples.
Once I removed the pumps and attached the bottles, I had everything set. Right as I was about to turn on the machine, I leaned over to listen for any noise.
All was quiet. No one was around. Not even a phone ringing.
Good.
I flipped the switch, and the rhythmic machine sounds of the pump began.
It took about ten minutes, but I filled two bottles. That was a first. It had been too long since I last pumped before I left for work this morning.
I removed the pump and cleaned it before placing it back in the bag. Then I froze.
I heard a noise. I didn’t dare zip up the bag for fear the sound would alert someone I was in here. I stood there for what felt like minutes but was only a few seconds, listening.
Silence.
Either it was my imagination or just someone in the room next door.
I zipped up the bag when I felt a gust of cool air. Lifting my head, I gazed with a startle at Monty Diaz.
My boss held the door to the bathroom wide open and was staring at me. His dark, chocolate eyes were fixed on my chest. Specifically, my nipples, as I had yet to hook my bra back into place and lower my sweater.
I cleared my throat. It snapped him out of staring at my exposed nipples and turned his gaze up to my face.
He nodded and said, “Right.” Then he took a step back and shut the door.
Shit.
I was fired. I was so incredibly fired that there probably would never be a firing as epic as mine.
Chapter 11
Monty
HER NIPPLES. I SAW Julia’s nipples. I had sex with that woman. Mind-blowing sex, but I had never