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.

be right,

saw him, “Elliot! I’m sorry,

damnedest to come up with things for her to do, he certainly wouldn’t be interrupting her free time with work. Hell, he had resorted to sending clean clothes to the cleaners.

had laughed so hard that Elliot worried she would have an aneurysm. Thankfully, the older woman had suggested Mandy take on some of the human resource responsibilities that he struggled to

to provide some kind of childcare at the site but hadn’t had the time

crucial to Mandy, it was a perfect fit. She was thrilled with the

things were working 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

 large fluffy towel and used it to cover his growing

cleared his throat of the huskiness. “Some guys are coming by tonight. It is my Thursday night poker group. You know Dr. Roberts,

in front of her handsome boss. The way his dark hair stood

the dark locks because she knew just how silky

fun. Can I do anything to prepare

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

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

to do was meet a bunch of his friends in a bathing suit at nearly twenty-nine weeks pregnant.

and slid into her flip-flops. Granted, she’d only wanted to steady herself, and it had been an unconscious

Elliot had stilled his gaze glued to

fingers back as if she

up to meet hers, but the fire in his

small of her back to walk her to

through the thick terry cloth towel. Her core felt achy, and she was worried that the dampness growing between her legs was more

into when she was nervous. “There isn’t any reason for me to leave my room. I mean, I can get dinner before they arrive, and I have a bathroom already, not that I want to talk about using the bathroom.

more verbal diarrhea that escaped her lips, the more she wanted to climb

the time they entered the elevator, she

placed it

traitorously, and his eyes were

about my home since

her throat, “That I should

hide away in your room unless that is what you want to do. But I’m sure that Dr. Roberts would love to