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.

Mandy couldn’t help but feel that this wasn’t meant for her. A shiver of doubt crept up her spine. What if Mr. Brand learned that this baby

As much as Mandy 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

knocked twice.

door was flung open, and Elliot stood there with a small towel wrapped around his waist. Small droplets of water were still gathered on his pectoral muscles. Mandy followed one with her eyes as it made its way down his chiseled

everything all

Desert, and she couldn’t seem

far the loveliest woman he had ever seen. And if he allowed her perusal to continue much longer, she

time, and she snapped her eyes to his.

pink tinged

out, “I’m

with her hands to the

clench, “Has someone upset you?”

“No, it is only that this is too much.

fear and remorse in them. He tipped her chin up with his thumb, “Amanda, please open your

 his light touch and she remembered him touching her other places.

was almost

cannot leave,” he ground

Mandy frowned.

say, “And you made a promise

frown deepened.

“You said that you would give this a trial run,” he pressed, “Are you not going to

“I’m a

her chin go. “Give me a

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

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

door. His muscled back and tight ass made him delectable coming and going.

Herrington’s tone of

horror, realizing that this had to

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

moment in a pair of gray track pants and a black V-neck tee-shirt that fit him