Baby Love: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance by Vesper Vaughn Page A

camera. Embarrassment wasn’t really in their vocabulary. Michael pulled away from the curb as Rachel wrapped a seatbelt around herself. “You got my gifts?”
    Rachel nodded. “I did. Sometimes I get cold, so that’s why I have this sweater.” She bit her rosebud-colored bottom lip and it took everything in me to not mount her while Michael wound his way south out of Lincoln Park and toward the restaurant. “The dress is beautiful,” she added awkwardly.
    I grinned at her. “I’m glad I got the sizing right.”
    She blushed crimson and cleared her throat. “Yeah, that wasn’t creepy even a little .”
    I was taken aback by her sarcasm but recovered quickly. “I like details.”
    “That’s what your Jeeves told me.” I saw Michael’s eyes dart back to us in the rearview mirror. Rachel leaned forward and I had the opportunity to appreciate how her legs ended in the tottering high heels I’d purchased for her. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name,” she said.
    “Michael, madame,” he replied.
    “Oh please. Call me Rachel. I insist.” She held her hand out and Michael reached back to take it. “Will you be joining us for dinner tonight?” she asked Michael.
    I realized that she was making fun of me. I cleared my throat. “It’ll just be us, actually.”
    She shot a look back at me. “I was asking Michael.” The blushing was gone.
    Fuck . Michael had been right about her not liking pretense. I hated when he was right. “Well, Michael,” I said sarcastically. “Would you like to join us for dinner this evening?”
    “Molecular gastronomy is not my forte, sir,” he replied evenly. “I think I’ll stick with the dinner that I packed for myself this evening.” His eyes darted over to the shiny brown wicker basket in the front seat.
    “That’s too bad,” Rachel replied, leaning back in her seat. She stared out the window in silence.
    “Lucky thing that this place isn’t far from yours,” I said tentatively. “Nice house, by the way.”
    Rachel looked confused. “Oh, that’s not my house. I’m just staying with my sister and her husband for a few months.”
    I raised my eyebrows. She blushed. “Nice of them,” I replied.
    “We have arrived,” Michael said, hopping out and opening Rachel’s door. I stayed in my seat to see if I could catch a glimpse of Rachel’s panties when her dress blew up in the wind outside. Since she’d ruined the dress with that hideous fucking sweater, I was anxious to know if she was wearing everything that I’d provided for her. The wind gods were heavily favoring me in this part of Chicago. The silky fabric fluttered up and I caught a glimpse of white lace with black bows below her perfect, round ass cheeks.
    Bingo.
    “Thank you so much,” Rachel said to Michael, holding her dress down once her feet were on the ground.
    “My pleasure,” Michael replied.
    I jumped out and put my hand on Rachel’s lower back. She stiffened at my touch. I waited for the telltale sign of her ears turning pink to know that she was enjoying it. That sign appeared in seconds. I smiled to myself. “We’ll be a few hours, Michael.”
    He nodded curtly. “Enjoy your meal sir, and Ms. Cobb.”
    Rachel stared at me. “Aren’t you going to say thank you to Michael for driving us?”
    “Thank you? I pay him. That’s the thanks he gets,” I said, laughing.
    Her face went dark and she pursed her lips. She stared at Michael, ignoring me on purpose. “Sorry your boss is such an asshole, and thank you for driving us to our destination this evening.” She reached out and shook his hand forcefully.
    I could see that Michael was resisting the urge to say “I told you so” to me.
    “ Thank you kindly, good sir ,” I said bitingly to Michael.
    I walked ahead of Rachel into the restaurant. The hostess saw me and immediately knew who I was. “Mr. Reid. Right this way,” she said, waving her hand forward. I waited for Rachel to catch up; she seemed to be struggling with the high