“If you would like to finish signing them, I’ll mail them out tomorrow. I’ll get them ready.” She made her way toward the door wanting away from this uncomfortable mess. Her mother had always warned her that escape was the easiest solution in dealing with problems, and this one was a huge problem.

“Anya,” he said, using that commanding tone that made her stop and turn around. He stood and rounded his desk until he was in front of it. “You’re beautiful.”

“Don’t cross that line.”

“I crossed that line months ago.”

She shook her head.

“I’ve been crossing that line since I first met you.”

“This is not happening, Mr. Leigh.” She clenched her hands into fists, trying to deal with what was going on between them. Nothing should be going on. They worked together. “I appreciate your kind words.”

“Screw my kind words. I said the truth.” He stepped closer to her, and she took a step back. This side of Xavier she had never seen before.

“I don’t understand what you’re doing.”

He closed the distance between them and caught her face. “I’m going to do something that I can’t stop thinking about.”

Before she could say anything his lips closed over hers. Releasing a gasp, she stood with her hand by her sides as he sank his fingers into her hair, pushing beneath the bun she kept locked at the base of her neck. Her hair was long, too long to spend the time brushing it. He licked along the seam of her lips, and she gasped, opening up to him. He plundered her mouth, and she met him stroke for stroke. Her tits felt heavy, her pussy slick. She wasn’t a virgin. There had been men in the past few years, but none of them had stuck. She hadn’t felt the need to leave her single life behind.


The kiss went on and on, and she didn’t want it to end. Xavier knew how to kiss.

Suddenly, he pulled away, and she opened her eyes.

“I want a baby.”

Out of everything she had heard him say, all the horrible names, the bluntness, she never anticipated him wanting a baby. It seemed completely outrageous.

“Why are you telling me?” she asked.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I want you to be the mother of my child.”

She froze. Her lips tingled from his kiss, and she was just amazed at what he was asking.

“Is this really happening?” Anya had to be dreaming. Removing her hand from his chest—she didn’t know how it got there—she pinched her arm, hard, and flinched. “Ouch.”

“Yeah, this is really happening. Why wouldn’t it be happening?”

“You’re Xavier Leigh, and you’ve just asked me to be the mother of your child, and you kissed me.” She was frowning, and it was the fastest way to get wrinkles.

“I’ve thought about it a lot.”

“You had a woman here this morning, and you had sex with her!”

“Months ago. I haven’t slept with Becky in a long time. She didn’t like that I had lost my interest. She even tried to get me drunk to sleep with her.”

“This is crazy.”

“How about we finish up here, and I take you out to dinner, and we talk?”

Dinner? Talking?

“I guess.”

“I promise you won’t regret it.”

Biting her lip, she looked into his dark brown eyes that always seemed so cold, but today they didn’t. They were staring at her in earnest.

What could go wrong?

He wants to talk.

He’s your boss.

Maybe you just heard wrong.

“Sure. If you continue to sign those papers, I’ll get the envelopes and start getting them ready to send.”

“Good, great.” He moved behind the desk, and he was back to being in charge, in total control. For the next hour they worked on getting the letters finished, and once they were all done, she placed them in the appropriate tray.

By the time she grabbed her bag, he was there, jacket on, and ready.

Taking a deep breath, she followed him toward the elevator, and this time she couldn’t help but stare at his reflection. He was a handsome man, she couldn’t deny it.

“Do you like looking at me?” he asked.

“You’re handsome, you know that already.”