Billionaire’s Secret Baby

“This is Mrs. Herrington,” Elliot indicated the older woman with sharp blue eyes and weathered skin. “She will help you settle into your rooms.”

Mandy could hardly believe her eyes. Elliot Brand had taken her to Skyridge Estates, only the most exclusive condominiums in the city. From there he gave her the special access code to enter on the keypad of the elevator.

Once the code was entered, the elevator began its climb to the top of the skyscraper. Mr. Brand not only owned the penthouse suite, but he also owned the entire building and most of the buildings surrounding Skyridge Estates.

The top floor had been converted into a sixteen thousand square foot luxury condominium. Mandy was given the east wing which had a bedroom almost as large as the home she’d grown up in and a sitting area that included a large screen television. The couch looked to be made of the softest fabric, and large fluffy pillows in shades of blue rested along its length.

The bedroom had a space that looked to be recently cleaned out. It did nothing to take away from the large sleigh bed and Audubon carpets that covered the hardwood floors.

Robert, the butler, had arranged for her boxes to be brought up from the car. They lay tucked into the corner like rubbish and Mandy couldn’t help the surge of embarrassment that flooded her cheeks.

“Thank you, Mrs. Herrington,” her voice shook slightly.

The older woman raised a white brow, “Whatever are you thanking me for, child?”

Mandy swallowed, “For showing me my rooms.”

It came out as more of a question than an answer. Mrs. Herrington’s mouth flattened into a line. And Mandy felt her stomach sink.

This is a mistake, Mandy thought to herself.

“I have some supper on the stove when you have washed up,” Mrs. Herrington continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “Mr. Brand has work to do and won’t be joining you.”

Mandy raised her eyes to the older woman, “Thank you, Mrs. Herrington. But I’m not hungry.”

The older woman scoffed, “Come now, you’re no bigger than a minute, and you have a babe inside of you. Don’t be selfish, girl.”

Mandy nodded because she wasn’t sure what else she could do.

Silently, she walked into the en-suite bathroom and washed her hands. She tried not to notice the dark circles under her eyes or the baggy sweatshirt that she’d pulled on over her tank top and shorts.

Mandy glanced around at the white marble counters and the large clawfoot tub. It was gorgeous, far beyond anything she’d ever used before.

A shiver of doubt crept up her spine. What if Mr. Brand learned that this

she walked out of the bathroom and out of her suite of rooms. She followed the path back to the main living area and glanced once at the kitchen before

knocked

waist. Small droplets of water were still gathered on

Is everything

the Sahara Desert, and she couldn’t

ever seen. And if he allowed her perusal to continue much longer, she would be very much aware of his interest in her.

voice was huskier this time, and she snapped her eyes to his.

pink tinged her

choked out, “I’m

Mandy motioned with her hands to the space around

gut clench,

her head, “No, it is only that this is too much. I shouldn’t

look of fear and remorse in them. He tipped her chin

them tight for a second as if preparing herself. Her skin burned from his light touch and she remembered him touching her other places. A soft moan escaped her lips as her blue eyes blinked open.

the sound escaping her lips. It was almost familiar,

cannot leave,” he ground out.

Mandy frowned.

“And you made a promise to

Mandy’s frown deepened.

this a trial run,” he pressed, “Are you not going to honor your word?”

“I’m a woman of my

“Good,” he caressed her skin softly before letting her chin go. “Give me a moment to change, and we will

Mandy nodded at the very same moment that her stomach made a loud groan of protest.

to do something about

walked into the room without closing the door. His muscled back and tight ass made him delectable coming and going. She really needed some water. Mandy

here?” Mrs. Herrington’s tone of disapproval rang out

realizing that

“I told you that Mr. Brand had work to

Elliot walked out of the closet at that moment in a pair of gray track pants and a black V-neck tee-shirt that