Billionaire's Purchased Baby(5)

By: Sophia Lynn


Right now, his instincts were telling him something about this young woman, and he decided that he wasn't going to stop listening to them now.

"All right then, Luna Madrigal, let's see if you've got what it takes," he said out loud, and he pulled out his phone to make the call.

***

Luna figured that it was another test. They had promised her that it would be over soon, and she had every expectation of holding them to all of it. The driver who came to get her looked askance at her jeans and her tattered black hoodie, but she lifted her chin and dared him to make a big deal of it.

She felt she had made it far enough in the process that nothing she could say or do would affect very much at all. Then the sleek dark car pulled up to an impressive glass building downtown, and she was slightly less sure.

She scurried to the front desk, dodging people who wore more than twice her rent on their bodies on a regular basis, and waved down the receptionist. Even the receptionist was dressed better than she was, and she grimaced inside.

"Can I help you?"

"Oh, um, I'm reporting to Forward Edge?" she asked anxiously. "Um, they told me to be here, and I don't know if someone was meant to meet me or..."

"Oh!" said the receptionist. To Luna's surprise, the other woman sat up straight, and when she spoke, it was with a significantly more respectful tone. "Of course, Miss Madrigal. Right this way. I'll take you up."

Luna weakly protested that she could find her own way just fine, but the woman was already stepping forward to guide her with a kind of deference that was bewildering. Without the ability to protest or to figure out what was going on, however, all Luna could do was follow along in her wake, getting more nervous as it all went on.

The glass elevator ride to the top floor was nerve-rackingly smooth and fast, and the receptionist presented her with a large solid door.

"Um, should I..."

The other woman leaned around Luna, pressing a small button hidden in a carved wooden motif.

"Miss Madrigal here to see you, sir."

"Come in."

The voice that responded was deep and dark in a way that Luna couldn't understand, but it sent a strange velvety ripple through her. It made her nervous at the same time that it made her feel soothed, and she figured that that was something that she could figure out much later.

The receptionist nodded that she should enter, and gulping back a strange source of fear, she opened the door.





Chapter Three

The door opened onto a beautiful corner office high above Chicago. With the mostly glass walls, she could look out over the city all the way to Lake Michigan, which shimmered like an aquamarine that day, and for a moment, Luna was simply captivated by the beauty on display.

Then she remembered that she was there for a reason , and she straightened up hastily, closing the door after her.

There was a tall, dark man standing close to the desk, hands clasped behind his back as he watched her with a wolfish glint in his eyes. She figured that he was close to forty, with a classic handsomeness that made her think of men from period films where the women all wore crinolines and petticoats. His hair was brushed back from his face, making his astonishing amber-colored eyes even more surprising.

"So you're Miss Madrigal," he said, walking towards her. "Pretty name, where does it come from?"

For some reason, that slow stalk towards her was alarming, and she didn't realize that she was backing away until her back hit the door.

"Um, it's my name, my parents gave it to me... I guess it could be Irish?"

He didn't say anything about her retreat, though she could see the amusement in his eyes. He stopped while he was still an arm's length away from her, but she could almost feel the force of his presence against her like a solid thing. He was a man who was obviously used to command, and she felt something in her bristle at that.

"Irish. Of course, red hair, green eyes. I suppose that makes sense."

"And what about you?" she asked, a touch of exasperation in her voice. "What do you do for Forward Edge?"

He looked surprised that she had a question of her own, almost, she thought, as if he were startled she had the nerve to speak to him. Well, if he thought that he got to boss her around as if she were the help, he definitely had another think coming.

"That's not important," he said, and she glared at him.

"Then get out of my way," Luna said, side-stepping him and walking into the room. To her surprise, however, he reached out quick as a rattlesnake to wrap a strong hand around her wrist.

"Get out of your way?" he asked with a scowl. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means just what you think it does," she fired back, her voice sparking with anger. "You said that what you do isn't important, so why should I listen to you? Of course, if you decide to actually answer my damn question, I might have a reason to stand in one place and listen to you."

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