Billionaire’s Secret Baby

“You took a PA? Why in the hell would you need a live-in PA?”

Nate had been Elliot’s best friend for as long as he could remember. And on days like this one, Elliot was sure it had been too long.

He ran a hand down his face and spoke quietly into his phone. Not that Mandy could possibly see him, she was swimming laps in the pool.

He had never in his life found pregnant women sexy. Sure, some beautiful women had babies. But he had never seen an expectant mother on the street and thought ‘man I’d like to hit that.’

Until her.

Mandy had been living in his home for four days. And in that amount of time, Elliot had to rub one out in the office and beat another two off in the shower. He felt like a little kid instead of the grown ass man that he knew himself to be.

“Look, Nate, I don’t want to talk about it. I just want you to spread the word before you, and the boys get here for poker tonight. I don’t want anyone hitting on her or making her feel uncomfortable.”

There was a long pause, some might call it a pregnant pause—but Elliot was rather sensitive to that word lately.

“Who the fuck, are you?”

Elliot wanted to kill Nate, but his questions continued, “Is this a joke? You’re shitting me, right?”

“Nate, have you ever known me to joke around?” Elliot’s sounded dangerous even to his own ears.

More silence.

“No, you have a shitty sense of humor most of the time,” Nate replied like a man confident in his best friend status.

Elliot’s lips curved involuntarily, “Well, there you go.”

“Is she beautiful? Have you fallen for her? I can’t believe that Mrs. H let another woman move in on her turf. Hell, you don’t even bring girls home to fuck them, you get a hotel room.”

Elliot felt his cheeks flush, “Just do it, fuck-head, I will see you tonight.”

He hung up the phone just as Mandy started up the steps out of the pool. She was wearing a black bikini, and her belly was small and round. He felt an insane urge to touch it.

when Elliot wondered if Nate might be right, perhaps he had lost his shit.

“Elliot! I’m sorry, did you need me?”

her to do, he certainly wouldn’t be interrupting her free time with work. Hell, he had resorted to sending

hard that Elliot worried she would have an aneurysm. Thankfully, the older woman had suggested

site but hadn’t had the time to meet with Charles, the VP

fit. She was thrilled with the project, and Elliot was finally drawing a sigh of relief.

out and Elliot found himself admitting the whole affair to his older friend. Dr. Roberts had also laughed his ass off, telling Elliot that

eyes, that there was something special about this girl. And so, he took the teasing in

gathered Mandy’s large fluffy towel and used it to cover his growing

night poker group. You know Dr. Roberts, but my best friend Nate will be there as well as Zeke from accounting.”

her body feeling like a whale in front of her handsome boss. The way

Her fingers itched to touch the dark locks because she knew

“Um, poker night sounds fun. Can I do anything to prepare

and she hated that she couldn’t relax around Elliot. He had been nothing but generous and kind to her since the night he came to her parent’s

cases of beer. I just didn’t want you to be alarmed. They should be

to do was meet a bunch of his friends

Granted, she’d only wanted to steady herself, and

gaze glued to

if she

gaze lazily came up to meet hers, but the fire

her back to walk her to the

terry cloth towel. Her core felt achy, and she was worried that the dampness growing between her legs was more from him than it was the pool.

isn’t any reason for me to leave my room. I mean, I can get dinner before they

her lips, the more she wanted to

the time they entered the elevator, she was

a finger up and placed it

his eyes were alight with

say about my home since

in her throat, “That I should consider it my own.”

nodded, “You will not hide away in your room unless that is what you want to do. But I’m sure that Dr. Roberts