Pulling it out, he unfolded it until it lay flat in his hands. The watermarked stationary contained nothing but his own handwriting, a message he had ...cribbled months before. His eyes ran over the words, and without another thought, he killed the engine and ran after her. Up two flights of stairs and past the first door. Disregarding the hour, he knocked with more force than necessary. She was quick to open it, and looked at him with confusion. “I didn't leave.”“...What?”“That night, that first. I made my way to the master suite. The room was full of candles, soft music flowing from the surround sound. I walked in and didn’t see him. I followed the candles to the bathroom where the tub (big enough for 4 people) was. Standing in the door way he greeted me with a glass of champagne, kissed me on the lips while grabbing my hand to lead to the bath area. I was in shock, there were candles everywhere, a bucket of champagne and the tub was filled with rose petals, and I gasped, I didn’t know. I put my hand to mybelly. Then I gasped and threw the covers clear, rolling onto my back.My stomach was swollen! It was round, bulging out, the weave of mynightie describing the contours of this impossible shape. I pushedmyself up to a sitting position with some difficulty, gaping down atwhat I was seeing. It was impossible but somehow, in the night..."Oh my gosh," I whispered.I touched the baby bump. I stroked it, exploring the shape of it. Itcouldn't have grown this fast. It couldn't have.. “And tonight I’m gonna do everything I can to make you feel good. Feel special like a princess. Like an angel.”Chloe chewed her bottom lip as she stared at her feet and thought over everything Mr. Foster had said. And everything he hadn’t. She could see his massive erection making a tent out of his robe and knew what was coming next. Her only hope was that he would be as gentle as he seemed. He spoke softly and he certainly didn’t seem mean. Even when she caught him looking at her in the shower.