Carrying The Billionaire's Baby, Book 2: The Billionaire's Gift - Plot & Excerpts
We quickly developed a routine. I’d put on one of the designer dresses he had given me and complete the look with dark sunglasses so big that they covered half of my face. There was really no need for secrecy — It’s not like anyone would ever identify me and expect the truth. But I liked to play up the clandestine nature of our meetings. I guess I had always wanted to be a secret agent. This was the closest I was likely to ever get. And so April O’Connor, erstwhile secret agent, would steal into the big Atherstone tower, looking nonchalant with my sunglasses and fancy dress. I tried to wear heels a couple of times but could never make it from the door to the elevator without stumbling. So I stuck with my flats. Secret agents always wear flats, I told myself. It seemed like something that might be true. I’d nod at Darryl, the nice man who stands beside the billionaire’s private elevator. That’s all he did every day — stood there. I tried to ask him once if he deals with a lot of visitors on a day-to-day basis.
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