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.

this wasn’t meant for her. A shiver of doubt

didn’t want to leave, she knew that this was a game where she stood far too much to lose. Straightening her shoulders, 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 making a direct turn and walking over to Mr. Brand’s personal rooms.

knocked twice.

Elliot stood there with a small towel wrapped around his waist. Small droplets of water were still gathered on his pectoral

“Ms. Johnson? Is everything all right?”

the Sahara Desert, and she couldn’t

Elliot felt the heat from her stare. She was by far the loveliest woman he had ever seen. And if

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

sweetest shade of pink tinged her

“I’m

Mandy motioned with her hands to the

felt his gut clench, “Has

it is only that this

saw the look of fear and remorse in them.

if preparing herself. Her skin burned from his light touch and she remembered him touching her other places. A soft moan escaped

It was almost familiar, and easily the sexiest thing he had ever heard.

he ground out.

Mandy frowned.

hurried to say, “And you made a

Mandy’s frown deepened.

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

“I’m a woman of my word.”

skin softly before letting her chin go. “Give

moment that her stomach made a loud groan of protest.

to do something about that, won’t we?”

back and tight ass made him delectable coming and going.

doing here?” Mrs. Herrington’s tone of

turned in horror, realizing that this had to look

“I told you that Mr. Brand had work to do,”

the closet at that moment in a pair of gray track pants