Not My Baby

He turned around to find himself alone in the office but for just a few minutes. Talia walked—more like waddled—in followed by the man who brought her. He led her to a chair and helped her sit down before he turned to the door.

Rafe noticed the relief on Talia’s face when she sat down, before she winced, her hand moving to her back.

“What do you want?” he barked, startling her.

“I think it’s best to wait for your lawyer,” the man commented, moving to stand behind Talia.

“I’m here,” Angelo spoke closing the door.

“Wonderful,” Rafe commented dryly as he perched himself on the desk, then he leaned down until his face was inches away from Talia’s. He had an incredulous desire to kiss her lush lips but he held back and whispered, “What do you want, Talia?”

He watched as the tip of her tongue darted out to slide between her lips. His fingers tightened on the edge of the desk to keep himself from reaching for the back of her neck and pulling her forward so she could run that tongue over his