The Billionaire's Secret Baby: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance by Alexis Gold Page B
Authors: Alexis Gold
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associated with the Senator and his wife? Carmen is a goddess in the social circles of this state! Granted, she had humble beginnings-"
Roman sighed and looked at her with decreasing patience. "She was his nanny."
Denise continued as if he hadn't spoken. "-but now she's really shown herself to be a woman of style and power, and I need to do everything I can to make this sale happen so we can get to know them and be friends with them. Can you imagine the look on Muriel Barnaby's face when she finds out that the Senator and his wife are our best friends? Ah! She'll be jade green with envy. I can't wait!"
Denise turned and glared at Allen. "We can't afford to screw this up, so we can't leave it in the hands of the hired help."
Allen’s eyes narrowed into thin slits.
Denise looked right at Roman. "We have to find a yacht for them right away-"
Roman leaned back in his chair again. "I already have one on the way."
Denise lowered her gaze at Roman for just a moment and continued, "Anyway, we need a yacht for them as soon as possible. When will this new one be coming?"
"Wednesday," Roman said, watching her with increasing irritation.
"Good! That's going to give me just enough time to put together a big party for the Senator and Carmen. If the boat gets here Wednesday, then we'll set the party for Friday, and I'll make sure to invite all the right people, and all the right press. We’ll have our photos in the paper on the society page, and we'll become best friends with the Johnsons.” She was practically glowing pink with her excitement, until she glared at both Roman and Allen.
"Don't do anything to screw this up or I'll never forgive you." She stood up and walked toward the door, swaying her hips from side to side and as she did so, Roman thought of Janine's snarky comment and had to raise his finger over his lips to hide the laugh that threatened to emerge. She turned dramatically at the door and looked back at Roman.
"So, next Friday, party on the new yacht, no other plans that day, and get a decent suit, you look like hell all the time now." Then she turned and walked out of Roman's office, leaving the door wide open.
"Don't let that front door hit you on the ass when you leave, Denise, I don't want the front door dented!" Janine called out to her, and Roman enjoyed the chuckle and closed his office door.
He walked to his desk and sat down with a sigh, looking at Allen. "I'm very sorry about her."
"I know," Allen said, standing up and walking to the door. "Me, too."
"Good job with the Senator, Allen," Roman said with a smile. "I'm really proud of you."
Allen nodded with a smile and walked out of Roman's office, closing the door behind him.
Janine walked in a few minutes later and handed him the mail for the day. Roman looked up at her. She was short and stout, she had dark hair that was turning silver at the temples, and she had a cute face, which belied the sassy attitude underneath.
"Janine..." Roman said quietly. She turned to look at him.
"Yes?" she answered.
"Why do you call her 'The Wife'?" he asked, almost not wanting to know but still morbidly curious.
Janine smirked. "I could call her something else. I have a long list of things I call her that I usually speak sotto voce. I could raise the volume of my voice when I use those names."
Roman chuckled and shook his head. "No, that's alright. As you were."
She nodded and walked to his door and then turned and looked at him. "I call her that only out of respect for you. She doesn't deserve that title."
Roman stared at Janine, and she turned and walked out of the door, closing it behind
her. He shook his head and went back to work.
The week passed and he hardly saw Denise; she was in a frenzy of activity, rushing about and getting ready for her big socialite party aboard the new yacht, which looked to be fancier than any yacht he had ever purchased
Roman sighed and looked at her with decreasing patience. "She was his nanny."
Denise continued as if he hadn't spoken. "-but now she's really shown herself to be a woman of style and power, and I need to do everything I can to make this sale happen so we can get to know them and be friends with them. Can you imagine the look on Muriel Barnaby's face when she finds out that the Senator and his wife are our best friends? Ah! She'll be jade green with envy. I can't wait!"
Denise turned and glared at Allen. "We can't afford to screw this up, so we can't leave it in the hands of the hired help."
Allen’s eyes narrowed into thin slits.
Denise looked right at Roman. "We have to find a yacht for them right away-"
Roman leaned back in his chair again. "I already have one on the way."
Denise lowered her gaze at Roman for just a moment and continued, "Anyway, we need a yacht for them as soon as possible. When will this new one be coming?"
"Wednesday," Roman said, watching her with increasing irritation.
"Good! That's going to give me just enough time to put together a big party for the Senator and Carmen. If the boat gets here Wednesday, then we'll set the party for Friday, and I'll make sure to invite all the right people, and all the right press. We’ll have our photos in the paper on the society page, and we'll become best friends with the Johnsons.” She was practically glowing pink with her excitement, until she glared at both Roman and Allen.
"Don't do anything to screw this up or I'll never forgive you." She stood up and walked toward the door, swaying her hips from side to side and as she did so, Roman thought of Janine's snarky comment and had to raise his finger over his lips to hide the laugh that threatened to emerge. She turned dramatically at the door and looked back at Roman.
"So, next Friday, party on the new yacht, no other plans that day, and get a decent suit, you look like hell all the time now." Then she turned and walked out of Roman's office, leaving the door wide open.
"Don't let that front door hit you on the ass when you leave, Denise, I don't want the front door dented!" Janine called out to her, and Roman enjoyed the chuckle and closed his office door.
He walked to his desk and sat down with a sigh, looking at Allen. "I'm very sorry about her."
"I know," Allen said, standing up and walking to the door. "Me, too."
"Good job with the Senator, Allen," Roman said with a smile. "I'm really proud of you."
Allen nodded with a smile and walked out of Roman's office, closing the door behind him.
Janine walked in a few minutes later and handed him the mail for the day. Roman looked up at her. She was short and stout, she had dark hair that was turning silver at the temples, and she had a cute face, which belied the sassy attitude underneath.
"Janine..." Roman said quietly. She turned to look at him.
"Yes?" she answered.
"Why do you call her 'The Wife'?" he asked, almost not wanting to know but still morbidly curious.
Janine smirked. "I could call her something else. I have a long list of things I call her that I usually speak sotto voce. I could raise the volume of my voice when I use those names."
Roman chuckled and shook his head. "No, that's alright. As you were."
She nodded and walked to his door and then turned and looked at him. "I call her that only out of respect for you. She doesn't deserve that title."
Roman stared at Janine, and she turned and walked out of the door, closing it behind
her. He shook his head and went back to work.
The week passed and he hardly saw Denise; she was in a frenzy of activity, rushing about and getting ready for her big socialite party aboard the new yacht, which looked to be fancier than any yacht he had ever purchased
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