“Really?” He sounded as shocked as I’d been when Beau had told me he wanted me there. “Which client?”
“Derek Hilliard.” Thinking about how gross he’d been, my nose wrinkled.
“Ah, we recently shifted to taking over his personal account after he sold his business. He can be…a little bit much, but the billable hours are well worth dealing with the man.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure about that,” I mumbled.
“What do you mean?”
No way in heck was I going to tell my dad that Beau had the man removed from the building, but I could at least share how creepy Derek had been so that when he found out, he wouldn’t blow a gasket. “He asked me out on a date. More than once since I said no.”
“What? The man is more than a decade older than you,” my dad boomed.
His reaction to a date I hadn’t even accepted reinforced my decision to wait until the end of the semester to tell him about my feelings for his boss. “Don’t worry, Daddy. Beau set him straight.” Just not for the reasons you think.
“I’ve always said Beau Trahan is a good man, and this just proves it. I owe him a debt of gratitude for looking after my baby girl.”
10
Beau
“Why don’t you stay here and put your feet up? Rest,” I cajoled as I glided my lips down Isabella’s neck. I was trying to convince her not to go to the long-ass meeting I had to attend in ten minutes.
“Stop trying to seduce me into doing whatever you want me to,” she huffed adorably, even as she tilted her head to give me better access.
“Is it working?”
“Ummmm,” she moaned when I cupped her tits under her thin sweater. They’d been extremely sensitive for the past week or so. They’d grown, too.
I wasn’t sure if she’d noticed, but if she had, she clearly wasn’t putting the pieces together.
She’d also taken a few extra naps on the couch in my office.
“No,” she muttered and ripped herself out of my arms. She whirled around to face me, punched her hands on her hips, and glared at me. “I have a job to do, and just because I’m the boss’s girlfriend doesn’t mean I get to be lazy and slack off.”
I rolled my eyes. “Girlfriend?”
Isabella’s pouty lips turned down. “If I’m not your girlfriend, what am I?”
I shrugged and snagged my arm around her waist, dragging her up against me. “Mine.”
Five minutes later, her lips were swollen, her skin flushed, and her hair a wild mess from my fingers running through it. I grinned smugly, but it fled when she peered up at me and snipped, “I’m still going.”
Her face turned a little green, but she took a deep breath through her nose, and it passed.
I sighed, amused and frustrated with my girl. I’d immediately put it together a few days before when she’d paled at the smell of bacon but had decided to let her tell me. She hadn’t.
This morning, she bolted from the bed to throw up, and when I hurried to the bathroom to care for her, she’d assured me that it was probably just something she ate. It hit me then that Isabella hadn’t realized she was pregnant.
Unfortunately, we hadn’t had time for me to sit her down and inform her that she was carrying our baby. She’d had to rush and get ready for school, which I tried and failed to talk her out of.
She’d seemed tired and queasy since she arrived at the office, so I didn’t want her being forced to sit through a partner meeting that could last several hours. But Isabella could be stubborn when she wanted to, and with the way her hormones were going crazy, she’d been a little more so lately.
“All right,” I conceded. “But you’re going to sit next to me, and if you so much as yawn, I’m sending you back here to rest.”
A bright smile crossed her face, and she went up on her tiptoes to give me a quick kiss on the lips. It did not escape my notice that she hadn’t agreed with me, and knowing her like I did…
I stalked to my desk, grabbed my suit coat, and put it on. Then I leaned over my computer and shot off a quick email before shutting it down. Isabella had organized the files for this meeting and left them in a neat pile on my desk, so I grabbed them and headed for the door to my office, where she was already waiting for me.