Billionaire's Bargain. Maureen Child
at her steadily and his gaze was strong enough that she felt the power of the man slide into her.
That hadn’t occurred to her at all and now she had to wonder why. Of course she’d have to be with the baby to take care of him. But she just hadn’t put that together with living in Adam’s house. And now that she was, Sienna was pretty sure this was a bad idea.
“I didn’t think I’d be living with you.”
“Not with me. At the same address.”
“Oh.” She nodded and shrugged. “Sure. That’s a whole different thing.”
He blew out a breath at her sarcasm and that told her he was a lot closer to the edge of exasperation than she’d thought. “It’s a big house, Sienna. You’ll have your own suite.”
Her eyebrows arched. A suite? Not the point, Sienna. “I don’t know...”
“Remember our deal. You find any building you want, Sienna. You can design the remodel yourself.”
The snake in the garden had probably sounded a lot like Adam Quinn.
“Put in shelves and workrooms and prop rooms and any kind of lighting you need.”
She ignored the inner tug she felt toward that tasty carrot he was holding out in front of her. He knew all too well that he was getting to her. And she imagined her expression told him everything he wanted to know. “You’re still selling me on an idea I already agreed to. Feeling a little desperate, Adam?”
For a second she thought he’d deny it, then he clearly thought better of it.
“Not quite,” he admitted. “But it’s close. Look, Sienna, we can help each other here. That’s it. So are you in or not?”
She met his gaze for a long second or two. She could say no, but why should she? There was a baby who needed to be cared for and a man completely out of his depth asking for her help.
And okay, the photography studio.
But there was another reason to do it. One she didn’t really want to think about. It was Adam, himself. It was his eyes. The deep timbre of his voice. And the way he looked at her. Foolish? Probably. Irresistible? Absolutely.
“Okay,” she said before she could talk herself out of it. “I’m in.”
Relief flashed across his features briefly. “Good. That’s good. So I’ll meet you at your place in two hours. Help you move what you need to my house.”
“Okay.” Decision made, her stomach was still spinning. She’d have to get her neighbors to watch the house and bring in the mail and—“I’ll write down my address.”
“I know where you live.”
She looked up at him. “You do?”
His gaze locked on hers. “I’ve always known, Sienna.”
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