Billionaire Wedding: Brooklyn's Baby (Interracial Billionaire Wedding Romance) ( Contemporary Taboo Alpha Male Wedding Romance) by Michele Reed Page B

the man looked at her like she was lying. As punishment for questioning her, she quickly put him to work on a mind-numbingly dull task. He would regret asking about her feelings; Mercedes wanted to maintain the illusion that she was an emotionless drone who always kept her head on straight. When lunch hour came, Mercedes felt a sense of relief knowing that she could lock herself away in her on-site office. She hurried across the worksite towards the trailers.
    Mercedes immediately closed the door behind her, breathing in the air conditioning for the first time that day. The cool air brought an extreme sense of relief that she had been looking forward to all morning. She had not packed herself a lunch, but she was not in the mood to travel off site so decided she would just hide out in her little office for a while. She entered into the office, only to discover that Kerry was waiting for her. “Are you serious?” she grumbled under her breath.
    When he saw her he stood up, there was a serious and somber look about him. He had come there with a mission. He wanted desperately to talk to her, but he was trying hard not to show off that desperation. “Mercedes,” he spoke softly.
    “I hope this is about the project,” she hissed in an attempt to remind him that she was not interested in talking about their brief affair, but he was not going to be backing down - that much was clear.
    His smile was gone; this was not something she was used to. The man was always smiling like a lunatic. The frown that was currently making up his face was unbecoming on him. “We are going to talk about last night. I’m not just going to brush it off like nothing happened,” he said sternly. Clearly he had made up his mind that a conversation needed to be had.
    Mercedes closed the office door behind her; the last thing she wanted was for one of the workers to overhear them talking about their encounter. The workman’s initial thoughts about her had not been pleasant, but now they were all on good terms and had a certain understanding about her leadership. She spun around and looked at Kerry with a serious expression. “What is there to talk about, Mr. O’Brian?”
                  “So I’m Mr. O’Brian now?” he sounded rather appalled that she had called him as such. He scratched the back of his head, a sort of nervous twitch, and then he leaned back into her desk. He looked so incredibly confused by her behavior.
                  “Kerry,” she said his name sternly. “We got drunk and had sex. It was inappropriate. It won’t happen again.” She was still trying to figure out how it had happened in the first place - how she could have allowed herself to be so foolish and immature with the man who was writing her paycheck.
                  “Why not?” for a moment his frown inched up into his familiar smile, but she would not allow it to stay.
                  “It’s not funny,” she snapped at him. “You think I’m stupid? I know what this is. I don’t want this job that bad.”
                  “You think I just gave you this job so that you would sleep with me?” he questioned. He was clearly offended by the thought.
                  “Big CEO. You couldn’t possibly want me for anything beyond sex. And that is not something I want to get into with you,” she said.
                  “That’s the kind of person you think I am?” his voice raised. He did not look at all pleased. His eyebrows lowered; he stood upright, and he loomed towards her. “You really think that that is the kind of man I am? You honestly think I’m that kind of guy?”
                  “Well you did just sleep with someone you just met,” she said. “You don’t know me.”
                  “I know enough,” he said, his arms crossed. “Mercedes, I don’t want to just pretend it didn’t happen. I can’t promise you anything, but