Page 59 of Surprise Baby for Mr. Fischer

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Harper

Ifelt weightless inthe massive bathtub. I’d been in here for at least twenty minutes. Being in the water helped center me. Never mind that this tub had ruined me for all other tubs. I could submerge my whole body, letting the warmth soothe my muscles. It was perfect.

Just like Lincoln, my traitorous mind whispered to me.

The baby shifted, and I laid a hand over my stomach. The look of pure joy on Lincoln’s face wasn’t something I would ever forget. When he’d felt his child move for the first time, he’d had tears in his eyes.

He thought he wouldn’t be a good dad because he had such crappy parents, but his uncle must have been the complete opposite, because the Lincoln I knew was thoughtful, and attentive to others. There was a caring side to Lincoln that maybe he didn’t know he had.

Already I could tell that Lincoln would be a great father. But was I ready to let him into my life full-time and allow our child to be in the public eye? To be potentially humiliated like I had been? My motherly instincts warred within me to protect this baby at all costs. Yet what if that cost was my happiness?

Because if I was honest, Lincoln made me happy.

A light knock sounded on the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, but I’m still in the tub.”

He opened the door and laid my clothes and a hairdryer on top of the pile. His hip leaned against the counter, while he folded his arms loosely across his chest. The move flattened his shirt against his pecs, making me drool. Between that and his sexy forearms, I was surprised I didn’t orgasm by the sight of him alone.

“No, don’t look at me like that,” he groaned.

“Like what?” I asked, batting my lashes.

He chuckled. “You minx. If I get into that tub with you, we’ll never get your show done.”

I sighed and stuck my lip out in a fake pout. “You’re no fun.” I lifted myself from the water just enough so the tips of my breasts floated on top.

His eyes darkened in arousal. “I’ll show you just how much fun I can be. Later.” He grumbled and exited the bathroom.

Knowing a guy as hot as Lincoln was turned on by me was empowering. I savored it for a minute before I begrudgingly pulled myself from the bathtub and wrapped a towel around my body. Even his towels were soft and luxurious.

I quickly dressed in my clean clothes from yesterday and dried my hair enough to keep it from dripping. Without my styling products, though, my hair would lie limp on my head. Good thing I kept my face hidden on my show.

I left the bathroom and called for Lincoln. A muffled reply sounded down the corridor off to my right.

“Where are you?”

His head popped out of the doorway a few feet from me.

I pressed a hand to my chest. “You scared me.”

“Sorry about that.” He grinned and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the room with him.

It was a small, tastefully decorated office. Three mahogany bookcases filled with old books lined the far left wall. While books weren’t my specialty, I appreciated any object with a history. A desk in the same tone of wood as the bookcases stood in the middle of the room with various lights and recording equipment set up around it.

“What do you think?” Lincoln asked.