The corners of my mouth curved upward as I walked over to her.
“I do owe you, don’t I?” I said as I took a few strands of her hair between my fingers.
“The one time we had sex it was amazing, right?” She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes.
“Yes. It was amazing.” I slid one strap of her nightshirt off her shoulder.
“Then there’s no harm in repeating that amazing night. Do you agree?”
“I totally agree. I see no harm in it at all.” I smiled as I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers.”
“Thank God,” she spoke as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me on top of her.
Chapter 13
Jenna
I gripped the sheets as he thrust in and out of me. Loud moans escaped my lips at the pleasure. I’d never forgotten that night we shared and neither did my body. My hormones were at an all-time high and I couldn’t stop thinking about sex. Even while we were eating dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about his sexy body on top of mine.
“My God. I can’t believe how wet you are,” he spoke with bated breath. “This is incredible.”
“It’s a combination of your sexiness, skills, and my accelerated hormones. OH MY GOD! YES! YES!” I howled.
Lucas let out sexy sounds of his own as he exploded inside me and lowered his body on mine.
“Thank you,” I whispered in his ear.
He lifted his head as the corners of his mouth curved upward.
“You’re welcome. Are you good now?”
“I’m fantastic.” I grinned.
He rolled off me and laid on his back as he tucked his hands behind his head. Propping myself up on my elbow, I stared at him.
“You reek of scotch,” I said.
“I was talking to Danny at the club.”
“Ah. Did you tell him everything worked out with the coding?”
“I did, and I also told him you were the one who figured it out.”
“Why?”
“Because you deserve the credit.” He smiled.
“That’s nice of you, but you can take the credit, Lucas. I don’t mind.”
“Nah, I give credit where credit’s deserved. Which brings me to something I want to talk to you about?”
“Okay.”
“I want you to come work for me at Thorne Technology Group.”
“I don’t think—”
“If you’re going to say that’s not a good idea, that’s where you’re wrong. You need a job, I have one available, and I’ll pay you well with full benefits. I’m guessing right now you don’t have health insurance. Do you?”
“No.” I sighed.
“That little trip to the ER is going to cost you a fortune, not to mention all the medical expense you’re going to incur during your pregnancy. Now, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m pretty sure no one is going to hire you with a broken foot and being pregnant.”
I lightly smacked his chest.
“That’s discrimination. They can’t tell me I didn’t get the job because I’m pregnant.”
“No. But they would use your broken foot as an excuse if they wanted to. I’d hire you just the way you are.” He grinned.
“Thanks.” I rolled my eyes. “Let me sleep on it. I’m exhausted.” I rolled over. “You don’t mind if I sleep here, do you? I’m too tired to roll my way back to my room.”
“I don’t mind at all. Good night, Jenna.”
“Good night, Lucas.”
“I expect an answer tomorrow.”
“Uh-huh,” I spoke before drifting off to sleep.
He was sweet for wanting me to work for him, but I wasn’t sure that was a good idea. Could he handle seeing me every day and my growing belly? My plan was to get a job somewhere else in the city, move out and move on with my life as a single parent. I was okay with that because I was independent and strong, and I didn’t need a man to take care of us. My father always took care of my mother and wouldn’t let her get a job outside the home. He said her duties as his wife was to stay home, raise the children or child, and take care of the house. She accepted that and seemed happy to do it. But I knew deep down inside a part of her wanted more out of life.
I stirred as I heard Lucas climb out of bed and get into the shower. Sitting up, I let out a long stretch and cringed at the throbbing pain in my foot. Grabbing my scooter and scooting my way to the kitchen, I made us each a cup of coffee.
“Hey, I thought you’d still be sleeping,” he said as he walked into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Couldn’t sleep. My foot is killing me. I made you a cup of coffee. Just the way you like it. A splash of milk and one packet of stevia.”
“Thanks, Jenna. I appreciate it.” He smiled.
I sat down at the table and opened my laptop.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he walked up behind me.
“Business, Mr. Thorne. Can’t a girl have a little privacy.”
“Not if she’s going to look for a job when she was already offered one.”
“You do know it’s too early to talk to me, right? Coffee first,” I held up my cup, “talk after.”
He rolled his eyes and walked out of the kitchen. After he left and I was in-between morning sickness, I submitted my resume online to two companies who had job openings that sounded like they would be the perfect fit for me. Within forty-five minutes, I received two phone calls asking if I would be available for interviews this afternoon. I sure as hell looked good on paper with my two M.I.T. degrees.
I was sitting out on the terrace with my foot propped up when I heard the sliding door open.
“You’re home late,” I said as Lucas took a seat next to me.
“I got tied up in a meeting. How was your day?”
“Meh.”
“Just ‘meh?’” he asked. “What did you do?”
“I went on two job interviews today.” I glanced over at him.
“Really?” His brow arched. “That was fast.”
“I look good on paper. Not so much in person.”
“What do you mean?”
“They told me it wasn’t feasible to hire me right now until my foot is completely healed, and they aren’t even sure if the position will still be available.”
“Hmm,” he spoke.
“Don’t say it, Thorne.” I pointed at him.
“Well that sucks, because they lost out on an amazing employee. I, on the other hand, am willing to hire you pregnant, broken foot, and all.” He grinned. “There’s something else I need to talk to you about.”
“What?” I sighed.
“I have an apartment for you.”
“What do you mean? You went and rented me an apartment without consulting me?”
“No. I said I have an apartment for you. I own one of the apartments on the fiftieth floor. It was the apartment I lived in before I bought this one. The renters just called me today and they’re moving out within the week because Mr. Taylor got transferred to the offices in Germany, and they need him there ASAP. So, I figured I’d rent it to you to go with your new job and all the money you’ll be making.”