Billionaire’s Secret Baby

“When can you start?” his gray eyes held her blue ones, and Mandy felt her stomach flip.

“As soon as possible, Mr. Brand.”

“Excellent, I will have movers come to your home in the morning,” he turned and pressed the intercom key on his desk.

Mandy moved without thought touching his arm. The moment her fingers brushed the fabric of his suit coat he froze. It was as if she’d burned him.

To make matters worse, she was now in his personal space. She could smell his spicy cologne and the mint on his breath.

Immediately, Mandy backed away, “I beg your pardon, Mr. Brand.”

He was frozen to the spot. His arm tingled where her fingers had just resided, and desire flared to life. Elliot was used to being around beautiful women. Hell, they threw themselves at him consistently. So, this insane attraction to a woman that was heavy with child was alarming to him.

“Is there anything amiss?” his voice had deepened an octave.

Mandy shivered as she remembered other things he had said in the same tone. Like, how amazing he found her tits and ass, and how he was going to fuck her until she couldn’t see straight.

“Please, don’t arrange for movers. I will only have a few boxes. I can rent a bed and dresser to be delivered.”

She would most likely buy a cheap air mattress, but he didn’t need to know that.

He was an ass, Elliot thought to himself. Of course, she wouldn’t have furniture living at her shit-head parents’ home.

“I do apologize if I didn’t make myself clear,” Elliot lied through his teeth, “The apartment is fully furnished, will that be a problem?”

Mandy’s cheeks heated as a happy smile crossed her face, “No, sir. That would be perfect, Mr. Brand.”

Elliot’s dick hardened at her use of ‘sir.’ That was something he could get used to. And then he felt disgusting for lusting after this pregnant woman.

She was about to be a mother for fuck's sake! Pull yourself together!

“I will see that someone is there in the morning to convey anything you wish to take with you to the new apartment, Ms. Johnson. For now, I will turn you over to Ian. He will get you into human resources to fill out paperwork.”

Mandy nodded, “Of course, Sir.”

This was going to

**

a kernel of hope flickering in her belly. For the first time in a long time,

laid a hand on her

exited the elevator when it opened and made her way back to where Ian was sitting

“Got the job!” he whistled, “Are you ready for

how long

is tough. I won’t lie. But the man is fair. Hang in there, beautiful lady, we are happy to have you with

paperwork and then accepted the cab back to her sister’s coffee shop.

purse to pay the man, but he smiled kindly at her and said that Mr. Brand had already accepted

believe her luck. If she weren’t such a whale, she would have skipped into The Grind. As

behind the counter looked as if

grabbed an apron. Kim hadn’t wanted Mandy to work there, but she’d filled in on more than one occasion.

prick are

husband, Andrew. But Mandy had no idea why he felt that

Mandy said as she wrapped the strings around her swollen belly.

said something under his breath.

to the next customer, “What can I get you?”

Mandy got to work. It was another hour before the office

wrenched our eyes to Kim who was next to

sister upset. She knew what Kim looked like when the world was falling apart. You didn’t grow up in their house without getting a few hard knocks, usually from their father but occasionally from their

on Kim’s face startled her. Mandy

up to Andrew and smacked his other cheek,

flushed a dark red, “You both are fucking crazy!”

“Get out,” Kim’s low tone was almost devoid of emotion. That scared

“I won’t be back!”

something

your bitch.

and slammed out of the coffee shop. Mandy immediately went to her sister and wrapped her arms around Kim’s

her whispered

is a bastard,” Mandy clutched her sister tighter as she

have a baby. He didn’t want

of her, every syllable like a punch to Mandy’s gut.