Page 91 of Sexting His Assistant

It’s honestly impressive, considering something in me is cracking apart so loudly I’m shocked nobody else turns to look.

Luka’s face is unreadable.

The man gets shot and looks mildly inconvenienced. Why would a surprise pregnancy announcement from one of his dinner companions be any different?

Alina’s smile wobbles. “I know this is sudden.”

Sudden.

I almost laugh.

No, sudden is accidentally sending your boss a filthy text during a board meeting. Sudden is being lifted onto a conference table and touched like you matter. Sudden is watching a man take a bullet in a garage and realizing every rumor you ever heard about his world was too polished to be true.

This is not sudden. This is obvious.

This is exactly who Luka is.

A vile man with beautiful manners, expensive shirts, a private doctor behind a bookshelf, and enough women in his calendar to make pregnancy less shocking than inevitable.

And I, complete idiot that I am, nearly told him I was resigning like it was some delicate emotional confession between us.

I had almost said it.

There’s something I need to tell you.

That was all I managed before Alina arrived and kissed his cheek.

Maybe fate is not subtle. Maybe fate saw me standing too close to Luka Kazan and decided I needed a public slap.

Luka turns slightly toward Alina. “Not here.”

His voice is calm. That makes me hate him more.

Alina blinks quickly. “I didn’t know where else to find you. You weren’t answering.”

“This hallway is not the place.”

“I’ve been calling your office.”

His gaze flicks once toward me.

I look away before he can see whatever is on my face.

Alina’s voice breaks softly. “I didn’t want you to hear it from anyone else.”

“That was considerate,” Luka says.

I stare at the wall behind his shoulder and decide that if I don’t leave now, I will either laugh, cry, or throw my phone at his head.

Possibly all three, in an order depending on available space.

Alina says something else, but my ears are roaring. I catch pieces.

Doctor. Dates. It could be yours.

Luka asks a question, still calm.

She answers too quickly.