Elliot was having a difficult time not staring at the beauty across from him. Her long honey blonde curls fell about her shoulders, with one dangling delightfully over her left breast. She was wearing a short black skirt that showed off her endlessly long legs. Her flowy top was somewhat sheer and low cut enough to showcase her fantastic tits. Not that he was looking, but let’s face it, they were glorious.

Her top also revealed that Mandy Johnson was pregnant, and far along at that. Elliot had known Ms. Johnson was expecting, his friend Dr. Alan Robert’s had already filled him in on some of the finer details.

While Elliot wasn’t running a charity house, he did have a soft spot in his heart for single mothers. His own had worked three jobs to keep a roof over their heads when Elliot was a child. Once he was one of the most successful billionaires in the city, his mother had worked tirelessly to help other women who were in the same situation.

It wasn’t often to find someone in Elliot’s position that truly knew what hunger and poverty were like. From what Alan had expressed, Mandy needed employment and possibly a place to live. Elliot had almost turned him down. But there had been something in his friend’s tone that had Elliot pausing. He didn’t need anyone currently, and he couldn’t run a successful business helping every sob story that came his way.

Alan insisted that all he had promised was an interview. Rather than bother his secretary, Elliot had texted the girl himself. He had just had an opening on his schedule and knew that he could squeeze in the interview, turn the woman away, and be on with his day.

But all of that went out the window the moment he saw her.

No, it wasn’t just that she was hot as sin, he reasoned.

Then he had to reconsider the thought. His cock had certainly taken notice of the beautiful woman. There was something familiar about the curve of her cheek.

Elliot shook the thought away. It wasn’t likely that he knew this woman. They came from completely different worlds. However, Elliot could have sworn that there was a flash of recognition in her eyes the moment she saw him. Maybe it was wishful thinking? He couldn’t be sure. But one thing was certain. He needed to know more about Mandy Johnson.

Elliot watched as she glanced around his office. He knew what she would see. The floor to ceiling windows, showcasing the city below them. A fireplace on the interior wall with a cream-colored sofa across from it.

Doors leading to a private bathroom with a walk-in closet. One never knew when you would get stuck at the office, and Elliot liked being prepared. A small bedroom that nobody entered except Elliot and the cleaning staff. Which left his massive desk and the two chairs facing it where Mandy currently sat.

Elliot couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was lovely beyond description. He wanted to touch her again. The moment their hands had connected his pulse had raced to life, blood pumping in his veins, his mind sharper and brighter than before.

Whomever this woman was, he wouldn’t let her slip between his fingers.

“Are you feeling better?” Elliot asked after handing her a water bottle and watching her take a long sip of water.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Brand,” her husky tones had his dick, who was already aware of her allure, hardening in his slacks. “I must have gotten lightheaded.”

He nodded. “I’ve heard that can happen during pregnancy.”

Her eyes shot to his in surprise.

it?” he

“It’s just, most people ignore the fact that

didn’t mean to offend you?” he said

didn’t,” she replied

felt it like a kick in the gut. He didn’t think she was aware of just how attractive she

they are elderly,” Mandy continued. “Then they come up to you and touch your stomach like they know you. It’s weird

touch her. He swallowed that thought and said instead, “I

she winked. “I suppose that’s


Elliot’s face broke into a wide smile. That smile was one of the things that had first attracted Mandy to

best friend Shay, working a private party downtown. They were serving drinks for a corporate event. Mandy had spent the entire day at her regular job only to race over to the party,

had often filled in as a cocktail waitress when Shay needed it. Her best friend

shook her head to clear the past away, Shay’s car accident had been yet another tragic accident with terrible consequences. Mandy hated to say it,

was saying as he peered closer at Mandy.

It had only been the one night. But she supposed that it only took once.

lingered on her figure. With a saucy smile, Mandy had flirted and teased with Elliot most of the night. It had started as a game, but the heat was palpable between them.

headed for his hotel room? She’d fallen for every smile, every kind word, and his

pulled her close for a kiss. His firm lips captured hers in a way that no other man ever had. Any resistance that she could have possibly had melted away. Her hands sank into his thick dark hair and it had

“Spend the night with me,” he had growled against her lips, grinding his thick arousal that had been burning her through her clothes.

“Yes,” she whispered, and he had scooped her up

even known his name when they stumbled into that room. Hands, ripping each other’s clothes off as they desperately searched for bare skin.

time had been against the door. Her back sliding up the cool wood as his cock rammed into her with lightning speed.

his bed. It was slower, mind-melting as he slid his length into her depths, heedless

leaving, almost to the door when he caught her arm and bent her

never forget. Mandy didn’t want to confuse reality with fantasy. Rich men did not fall in love

as he fucked her heedlessly over the couch. Mandy had savored every moment, knowing that this had been an opportunity of a lifetime,

it was anything other than a regular Friday night for her tall, handsome lover. And when she kissed him that

say no. All

won’t tell me your name, Beautiful?” he tried one last time.

all evening. It was better this way.

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