“You’re just more progressive than most men I’ve worked with. If only you were the standard, and not the exception.”
“I’m the exception?” Leo waggles his eyebrows at me. I pull my arm out from under his hand, lamenting the loss of heat.
“You want to be told that you’re special?” I tease.
“Wouldn’t hurt to be reminded every once in a while,” he whispers over his drink.
“Aww. Poor Leo.” I rub my hand through his hair. “Do you need more attention?” I purse my bottom lip, mocking him.
All mocking leaves my tone when I see the look on Leo’s face. It’s pure desire. My hand is still stroking the silky locks of his hair. His head tilts toward my touch. My fingers scrape along his scalp as he leans closer to me.
“God, Reagan.” The moan coming from his lips draws me into him. My other hand wraps around his neck, digging into the tight muscles there.
The noise of the restaurant is a quiet din as I focus on the sinful sounds coming from Leo. The pull of Leo is dangerous. His gaze dips to my lips, and everything stops around me as he moves in closer. As I move in closer.
“Can I get you two anything else?”
Our waiter is smiling at us, no idea the moment she just interrupted or the ice bucket of water she just dumped all over my lust.
Shaking my head clear, I see Leo signal for another round and a water for me. He swallows the rest of his drink, eyes firmly on the city in front of him.
My insides uncoil. I know they say that women get horny during pregnancy, but I thought it was an old wives’ tale. But thinking of the way Leo stuck up for me? The way he reacted to my touch?
We have a good thing going between us, and I don’t want to ruin it. He comes to appointments and is making sure I’m comfortable, because it was a rough few weeks with morning sickness. We agreed it’d be good to keep it friendly. Keep the sex out of it. It’d only complicate things more.
But now, all I want to do is sleep with Leo.
And sleeping with my baby daddy would be a problem.
Because if I catch feelings for him, it will be hard to keep things uncomplicated.
Chapter Twelve
Reagan
“Isn’t that your apartment building?”
Leo pulls the car up to the corner. The building is surrounded by police and firefighters. “What the hell is going on?”
Unclicking my seatbelt, I push open the door, weaving between people crowded on the street. Spotting Eve, I make my way to her. “Eve. What in the world is going on?”
“Reagan. Some idiot decided it’d be a good idea to put a saltwater aquarium in his apartment. It got backed up and the pipes couldn’t handle it, so it flooded half the floors! It’s like the damn ocean in there. Water everywhere.” She throws her hands up, as if she can’t believe someone could be that stupid.
“When can we get back inside?” It looks like half the building is outside.
“At least a few weeks. Going to take the landlord awhile to get the pipes back up to standard and redo all the walls.”
Fuck. “Where am I supposed to go?” I mumble to myself.
“Can you stay at a hotel?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, a headache coming on. This is not what I wanted after a long day of travel and dealing with Ryan and his overly large ego. I wanted a nice bath and to relax. This whole growing a human thing is exhausting.
“You can stay with me.”
Leo’s voice sends chills down my spine. I hate that it still affects me. “What? No. I can’t stay with you.”
“You obviously can’t stay here.” His eyes look over the building in distaste.
