Boardroom Kings: Bossman's Baby Scandal
Bossman’s Baby ScandalNow millionaire Jason Reagert was securely ensconced at Maddox Communications, he couldn’t risk a whiff of scandal. So when he discovered he’d got heiress Lauren Presley pregnant, he proposed. Surely she’d agree to a lifetime of convenience, if only for the baby’s sake.Executive’s Pregnancy UltimatumFlynn Maddox thought he was over his ex-wife, Renee, until he learned they were still married – and she was trying to have his baby. Now he would give her the baby she so desperately wanted, but not without some terms of his own…Billionaire’s Contract EngagementBillionaire businessman Evan Reese had wanted Celia Taylor for six months. And the opportunity had finally arrived – a deal where he would consider her offer, if she accompanied him to Catalina for a family wedding, posing as his fake fiancée!
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Boardroom Kings
Bossman’s Baby Scandal
Catherine Mann
Executive’s Pregnancy Ultimatum
Emilie Rose
Billionaire’s Contract Engagement
Maya Banks
RITA ® Award winner CATHERINE MANN resides on a sunny Florida beach with her military flyboy husband and their four children. Although after nine moves in twenty years, she hasn’t given away her winter gear! With over a million books in print in fifteen countries, she has also celebrated five RITA® Award finals, three Maggie Award of Excellence finals and a Booksellers’ ® Best win. a former theater school director and university teacher, she graduated with a master’s degree in theater from UNC-Greensboro and a bachelor’s degree in fine arts from the College of Charleston. Catherine enjoys hearing from readers and chatting on her message board—thanks to the wonders of the wireless internet that allow her to cyber-network with her laptop by the water! To learn more about her work, visit her website, www.CatherineMann.com, or reach her by snail mail at PO Box 6065, Navarre, FL 32566, USA.
I’m truly blessed to work with an AMAZING group of writing industry professionals! Hugs and thanks to the fabulously talented Emilie Rose, Maya Banks, Michelle Celmer, Jennifer Lewis and Leanne Banks. Ladies, it’s been a delight and an honor to collaborate with you on this project. Abundant appreciation to my brilliant editor Diana Ventimiglia and my savvy agent Barbara Collins Rosenberg. and my unending gratitude to the whole Mills & Boon team for bringing my books to life!
New York City, four months ago
Lauren Presley wondered how a man could be so deeply inside her and yet totally distant at the same time. But no doubt about it, the sated, half-dressed man tangled up with her on her sofa at work had emotionally left the building.
She would boot the rest of him out of her deserted office as soon as she could breathe again.
The butter-soft leather of her turquoise couch stuck to the backs of her legs through her thigh-high stockings, sweat still slicking her body from their frenetically passionate—and surprise—hookup. At least her fledgling graphic-arts business was closed for the day, the workplace empty.
Everything seemed out of sorts, disconnected like a Salvador Dali painting. She couldn’t blame Jason for regretting their impulsive act, since she was pretty much freaking out, too, over how fast her panties had landed on the floor, her dress up around her waist while she’d torn at his belt buckle and zipper. Jason Reagert was a business colleague, one half of a working alliance they may very well have wrecked. She needed to get through this awkward post-sex moment ASAP with her pride intact.
A low drone filled the quiet of the empty office. Lauren tensed. “Your pants are vibrating.”
Jason arched back and raised a dark eyebrow, his close-cropped hair mussed on top from her fingers. “Pardon?”
She clapped her hand on his warm hip—beside his BlackBerry. “Seriously. It’s buzzing.”
“Damn.” He disentangled himself, cool air brushing her bared legs. Jason swung his feet to the floor, his Testoni loafers thunking against the scarred wood as he sat and unclipped the handheld. “Helluva bad timing.”
Avoiding his eyes, she slid upright and adjusted her silky black wrap dress, putting it in place again. Her panties would have to wait. She kicked the scrap of ebony satin under the sofa. “Your pillow talk leaves something to be desired.”
“Sorry.” His zipper closing rasped, overloud in the late-night silence. “It’s my reminder alarm.”
“Alarm for what?” She stared nervously at the white brick walls, the easel in the corner, the artwork on lit screens.
“My flight to California.”
Right.
He was leaving.
Lauren stood, smoothing her dress and looking for her favorite Manolo leopard pumps that she wouldn’t be able to wear again without thinking of this stupid, impetuous night.
She and Jason had been wrapping up final details on a graphic-art design project she’d freelanced for his last ad campaign at the New York firm—he was leaving his NYC job and heading to greener career pastures in California. The job at Maddox Communications in San Francisco was a great opportunity for him. She’d known about this for a couple of weeks. And as she’d hugged him goodbye tonight, she’d been knocked off balance by how upset she was over his impending move.
