Page 9 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire (Oops Baby #3)

Willa

Roman—Mr. Thorne—looks furious.

I’ve said too much. Way too much.

His eyes blaze as he backs away from me, curving around the meeting table until he’s as far away from me in the room as possible.

He’s dressed in a suit, exactly as he was that night, but the flirty, sexy, languid giant of a man who made it so easy to slide out of my clothes is nowhere to be seen.

In his place is exactly who people in this building fear: a ruthless, bloodthirsty billionaire.

And I’ve just insulted him.

“You think I would get rid of you?”

“I…I don’t know.”

He wraps his hands around the back of the chair in front of him and squeezes it until his knuckles turn white. “I am no threat to you, Willa. I will prove that to you.”

I don’t know what to say to that.

He stares at me for a long beat, then nods. “Okay. Okay. We’ll talk more later.” His gaze sweeps over my belly. “I have questions, of course.”

“Of course,” I hear myself repeating.

His firm, stern mouth tightens.

Don’t piss off the billionaire , I yell in my head.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” It’s an order.

My heart goes into freefall. “I…I can’t.”

“Change your plans.”

“I really can’t.” My ears burn. “I have a doctor’s appointment. It’s not easy to reschedule.”

“I will get you the city’s best doctors.”

The heat crawls onto my cheeks. “I’m running another errand after the appointment.”

“What’s more important than letting me get to know the mother of my child?”

“I’m looking at an apartment,” I say faintly.

Why am I telling him that? It’s none of his business.

“You’re moving? While you’re pregnant? I’ll provide assistance for that as well.”

“I can do it myself.”

He frowns. “Why won’t you accept help?”

Because it would only lead to more questions. I shrug noncommittally.

“I want to come to the appointment.”

“You can’t. That’s private!”

“I’ll wait outside until the baby related parts.”

“You can’t . It’s all the way across town, and?—”

“Why do you go to a doctor all the way across town?”

“Because I can’t afford a private doctor!” The words tear out of me. “I went to the student health clinic when I realized I was pregnant and they were good to me, so I kept going, and I can’t afford a private doctor, but that’s fine and?—”

“Student health?” His face goes pale. “Fucking hell. You’re in college ?”

My stomach turns over. “Yes. Part-time now, because I needed to get this job. I go to Appleton University.”

He rakes his fingers through his close-cropped beard. “How old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“Fuck.” He covers his mouth, his thumb and middle finger pulling at his bottom lip as he frowns at me. “Whatever you need, Willa… I’ll provide it. You don’t need to work.”

“I like this job. I like working in general.”

“What are you studying at Appleton?”

“Art. That’s, uh, how I got this job.” I glance at the clock on the wall. “And you’re late for your meeting with my bosses, so if you could not tell them that I’m the reason you’re late, that would be great.”

He huffs an unimpressed laugh. “Yeah. Your secret is safe with me, Willa. Jesus.”

“Thanks.”

He shakes his head. “Fuck. Listen, I’m going to go now. But I’ll be back before the end of the day. And I am going with you to that appointment.”