Millionaire's Calculated Baby Bid. Laura Wright

asked, holding her steady.

      She had never run from anything in her life, but at that moment she had to get out of his house, away from that room, far from him. “I have to get back to the office.”

      “I’ll drive you back.”

      She ignored the concern in his voice and pushed away from him. “I followed you over here, remember?”

      “Maybe you should sit down for a minute. You seem—”

      “The first party is Friday, correct?” she said, running her fingers through her hair, as if that would help quiet her shaking body. “If you can send me the guest list.”

      “Of course.” He attempted to touch her again, but she moved away.

      “Thank you for lunch, Ethan.” Brushing past him, she walked quickly down the hallway, down the stairs and out the front door, only remembering to breathe once she was safely inside her car.