"Even with the product launch next week? Even with all the complications?"
"Especially with all the complications." I kiss her softly.
She smiles, and it's like the sun coming out.
We do eventually get dressed.
By the time the pilot announces our descent into Teterboro, we're back in our respective seats, looking almost professional.
Almost.
Chapter thirteen
~EMMA~
By next Thursday evening—the night before Titan's product launch—I'm standing in my shoebox apartment having a full-scale panic attack.
Not about the launch. I'm weirdly calm about that.
No, I'm panicking because in about two hours, I'm supposed to attend the pre-launch celebration looking glamorous and professional while hiding the fact that I'm eight weeks pregnant with my boss's baby.
My boss who I've been technically dating since he fucked my brains out in his Chicago hotel suite.
My boss who I’m terrified will start to notice the changes in my body—a body he knows all too well.
My slightly fuller breasts. The subtle curve to my stomach that wasn't there a month ago.
"You need to tell him," I fret at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. "Tonight. After the party. Somewhere private where you can actually have a conversation."
My phone buzzes. Carmen.
CARMEN: How are you feeling? Need anything before tonight?
ME: A time machine and possibly a paper bag to breathe into.
CARMEN: That's the spirit. You're going to be amazing. And Emma? Tell him tonight. I mean it.
Sure. Tell Donovan. After the party. When we're alone and I can actually think straight.
Simple.
Except nothing about this is simple.
There's a knock at my door, and I freeze.
It's too early for the car Donovan insisted on sending. Unless—
I open the door to find a woman in her forties holding a massive makeup case and a garment bag.
"Emma Sinclair?" she asks with a warm smile.
I blink, frowning. “Yeah?”
"I'm Valentina. Mr. Titan sent me to help you get ready for tonight."
"He what?"
"Hair, makeup, dress if you need it." She breezes past me into my apartment. "Though I was told you already have a dress?"
