Page 7 of Marrying a Billionaire

“Leave your contact info with Persephanie at the front desk.”

She glanced in the direction of the lobby and nodded.

When Reed was back in his office, he collapsed on his office chair and stared at the stack of papers in front of him. What just happened?

Chapter Three

“Oh. My. Gosh,” Tamara breathed as she stood in the middle of Lillian’s room the next day. Her gaze darted around as if she were trying to process what Lillian had told her.

Stifling a sigh, Lillian pulled a shirt off its hanger and folded it up. She really wasn’t sure what she was doing or what exactly had happened. Was she really marrying a billionaire? Just thinking those words made her feel ridiculous. She wanted to tell Tamara the truth, but with the non-disclosure agreement, mum was the word.

“It’s really not a big deal,” Lillian said as she shrugged.

Tamara’s eyes widened. “But it’s Reed Williamson. Are you serious? The job requires you live with him? Lucky,” she whispered as she sunk onto Lillian’s bed.

Lillian set the shirt in the suitcase that she’d perched on her bed and then turned her attention to her friend. “About that, how much of this position do you know? Like, what exactly did Reed’s grandfather say?”

Tamara reached out and flicked the zipper to the suitcase with her finger. “It was more that I overheard a conversation from Reed’s mom. She was on the phone talking to some agency about sending a girl to help assist Reed. I figured you could use the break so I told you to go.” She sighed as she leaned back, propping herself with an extended arm. “Had I known how comprehensive this job was, I would have gone myself.”

If she only knew how comprehensive it was.Lillian pinched her lips shut. There was no way she could spill the beans, and she knew that when it came to Tamara, she had no secrets. Lillian needed to distract herself. Turning, she grabbed another shirt from its hanger and set it in the suitcase.

“So, tell me about this elusive billionaire bachelor. Is he as handsome as they show in the magazines?” Tamara asked.

Lillian shot her an annoyed look. Fawning over a hot, rich guy was the last thing she needed to do. Not when she had the responsibility she did—even if she still wasn’t ready to acknowledge its existence. “I didn’t notice.”

Except she had. Reed was handsome in an almost unworldly way. There was no way his chiseled jaw or deep brown eyes could have been created by accident. It was unfair to the rest of the male population. He was tall—over six feet— and he had this down-to-earth quality about him that mesmerized Lillian. She seemed to forget how to talk when she was around him.

Tamara snorted. “That’s a lie.”

“Is not.”

“Yes, it is. I can see it in your eyes. You can never make eye contact when you’re lying.”

Lillian shot her friend an exasperated look and turned back to her suitcase. “I don’t have time in my life for a man and you know that.”

“Because of the baby?”

At the mention her pregnancy, Lillian’s hand made its way to her stomach. What was she going to tell Reed? How had she forgotten this huge detail? “I’m not going to tell him because there will be no baby.” Tears choked her throat as she remembered back to the horrid night a year ago. The night she lost the first baby.

“Lil, that doesn’t happen all the time. This one is going to be different, and then what are you going to tell your boss?”

Heat raced to Lillian’s cheeks as nausea flooded her body. She knew it was foolish to keep this a secret, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him or anyone else. She was jinxed in more ways than one. Right now, she needed to keep her head down and do her job. That way, Reed couldn’t fire her if he found out. “I’m going to be sick,” she said as she bee-lined for the arm chair in the far corner and collapsed on it.

Tamara was next to her in a second, grabbing her wrist and counting her heartbeat.

Lillian rolled her eyes. “What are you doing?”

Tamara pursed her lips in a silent shush. Then she focused on her watch as she bobbed her head. A minute passed before she dropped Lillian’s arm.

“Your pulse seems fine.”

Lillian stared at her. “Of course, it’s fine. I told you, I was going to be sick not have a heart attack.”

Tamara patted her hand and then made her way back over to the bed and plopped down. “Just wanted to make sure you’re not dehydrated.”

Lillian’s stomach began to settle so she stood. “I’m dehydrated because my best friend is making her pregnant friend pack by herself in eighty-degree heat.” The summer was brutal, and in a poorly ventilated apartment, it was even worse.

Tamara shot her a sympathetic look. “Sorry.” She moved to roll off the bed but then stopped when three heavy knocks sounded from Lillian’s front door. Tamara shot her a look. “Who could that be?”

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