“But if it doesn’t sell and we have to lower it later?—”
“We won’t,” I cut in. “It’ll sell. Just do the work.”
She presses her lips together, clearly biting back a response, and nods instead.
We finish the meeting, and everyone leaves the room except Nik and me.
“You handled her well,” he says.
“She’s a bitch. I don’t like her.”
“She’s a bitch who has tons of experience selling million-dollar properties.”
“Well, she needs to get creative and stop being lazy, then. Why does she work for us again?”
“She was in gambling debt,” Nik says. “She owed your father quite a lot of money. He offered her a job and said he’d take it out of her pay because she’d gotten herself into quite a load of debt.”
“He probably wanted to get in her pants,” I say.
“For certain,” Nik agrees, and we both make a gagging sound.
I push up out of the chair, my huge, pregnant stomach protruding, a sliver of skin showing where my shirt rides up. “I am a moose.”
“A cute moose,” Nik says, hand at my lower back. “How are the contractions?”
“About half an hour, still,” I say. “No need to worry.”
“I do worry,” he says. “That’s our son you’re carrying.”
“Daughter,” I counter automatically.
He makes a noise that says he’s not about to engage in this debate again.
The Reapers have a game later this week—their first playoff berth in years. I want Nik to play so badly, but he’s been adamant that he won’t miss the birth of our child for anything.
“You know, you could just fire her,” he says casually as he walks me out of the conference room.
I waddle beside him like a disgruntled penguin, my lower back screaming, sciatica stabbing straight down my leg and into my ass.Dear God, please let this baby come soon.
“Our daughter?” I ask, giving him a look.
“Oh, she’s got jokes,” he says with that infuriating grin. “You run this division. Fire her.”
“I’d appreciate it if my father stopped making unilateral decisions, like hiring people because he wants to let them screw their debt away.”
“Jesus,” he says. “You are a total boss right now. I’d hate to be on your bad side, but it really turns me on. I read that sex can help make babies come faster.”
I stop walking and stare at him with narrowed eyes. “Seriously?”
His grin is all wicked fox. “Want to test the theory?”
I look back at the conference room table. Consider its weight limit. “I’m…willing to experiment.”
We walk toward my office, but just as we step inside, a warm liquid gushes down my legs. “Oh my God,” I exclaim.
“Yes?” Nik jokes.
I pull on his sleeve. Point to the wetness on the floor. “I think my water just broke.”
