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You are pregnant with this man’s baby. This man is a damn royal … and your boss.
My heart fluttered as he stepped closer, and I looked over my shoulder to ensure we were alone.
“I don’t understand why I haven’t heard from you.” He kept his voice low. “Have you somehow lost my telephone number?”
“Excuse me?” I swallowed. “Your telephone number?”
“Yes, the one I wrote on that purple post-it for you.”
“Mr. Carrington, I’m just now meeting you today,” I said. “I don’t know why you think someone like me would ever have your phone number.”
“Oh?” He smiled. “That’s the game you want to play with me?”
“No, sir,” I said. “I can assure you that here at Rogue Publishing, I don’t play games with anyone. I take everything seriously.”
“Chloe…”
“It’s Miss March, Mr. Carrington.”
“Okay, Miss March,” he said, closing the gap between us. “Almost two months ago, my cock was buried deep inside your pussy and your clit was on the tip of my tongue. Every time you came, you begged me to fuck you again because you couldn’t get enough. Do any parts of that sound familiar?”
“Not at all, sir.” I swallowed harder, taking a step back. “It sounds like you might have me confused with someone else. It also sounds like you may want to write down those words for some of our romance authors.”
“I need to see you in my office after this ceremony is over,” he said. “We have some unfinished business we need to discuss.”
“It’ll have to wait until after my lunch break.”
“When is that?”
“Right now.” I rushed past him and far away from the crowd, heading straight for the first side exit.
I pushed the doors open and exhaled, but I didn’t get the chance to inhale.
“What was Tyler Carrington’s first day as your boss like?” “Did he mention anything about leaving the royal family?” “Would you be interested in an interview?”
What the—
Reporters swarmed around me, shouting far too many questions.
“Did he bring anyone with him from London?” “How do you feel about someone like him coming in and moving straight to the top?”
Saying nothing, I weaved through them, continuing my run as soon as I reached a clear path.
This can’t be happening to me. This can’t be happening to me.
A pregnancy bombshell was one thing, but this? This was a nuclear ambush, and there wasn’t a fallout shelter big enough.
