Page 22 of Double Mountain Men

But I hold up a hand because the woman and I have locked eyes, and I recognize her at once. It’s Misty, from two years ago at the cabin. Our gorgeous girl is even more beautiful than before, with the same big blue eyes and delectably curvy figure. Of course, her eyes are shooting sparks right now, and she looks angry enough to set my office on fire, but then she pauses. All blood drains from her face as she recognizes me.

“You,” she whispers.

“Yes, it’s me,” I state. “Veronica, thanks. I’ll take care of this.”

My secretary casts another nervous look at Misty.

“Are you sure? I can have security here in thirty seconds.”

“No, it’s fine,” I say in a low voice. “Just go.”

My secretary slinks off, shutting the door behind her without a sound, and we’re left in the silence of my giant office. After all, I’m the CEO of Cross Holdings, which owns the Cross card, as well as a number of other brands. We’re the leading credit card issuer in the world, with plans to expand into online payments, electronic banking, and fin tech in general.

But right now, I have Misty Earnshaw in my office after two years of no contact, and she looks absolutely edible. Her big breasts heave beneath a thin sweater, and her hips are wide and sassy in her tight jeans. But why is she pushing a stroller? Is she working as a nanny?

But then, my eyes snap back to the child. I saw him when he came in, but it was only a desultory glance. Now, I take a closer look and see that he has chubby cheeks, black hair, and long, dark lashes. At that moment, he opens his eyes and smiles sleepily.

“Mama,” he coos. “Mama.”

The blood drains from my face and I literally feel dizzy. The child’s eyes are the dazzling blue of cornflowers ...the same blue that I see each morning in the mirror. My knees buckle slightly, and I put a hand on my desk to prevent collapse.

“Misty,” I grind out. “Is that baby...?”

But the curvy girl isn’t listening to me. Instead, she sweeps the tot from his stroller, and gently lifts him into her arms. Then, she does something so intimate that I genuinely lose my balance this time. I literally fall back into the chair behind me, watching with stunned eyes as she lifts one side of her sweater and begins to breastfeed the baby.

“Are you hungry, Little Silly?” she whispers softly. “Then drink. Mommy loves you.”

I still can’t speak. I’m shaking in my chair, my mouth hanging open like a dying fish as I struggle for words.

“Misty,” I whisper again.

The blonde girl looks at me then, and she’s so young and beautiful that it’s almost painful.

“Hello Chris,” she says in a low voice. “Long time no see.”

I swallow hard, but there’s no saliva, so it’s dry and uncomfortable.

“Misty,” I manage to whisper again.

“So is your name Chris?” she asks, eyeing the nameplate on my desk. “Or is it actually Cross Decker, CEO of Cross Holdings?”

I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. A headache is coming on, but I have to address the scene in front of me first.

“Misty, is that my child? Was that child conceived during our weekend at the cabin?” I demand.

The young woman’s chin trembles a bit, but then she lifts it in an act of defiance.

“Yes. This is your child, Chris, or should I say Cross? Either way, you’re the father, or Brett, or whatever your friend’s name is. But you don’t need to worry because I’m raising Sylvester on my own. He’s mine, and you can’t take him away from me,” she says in a fierce tone, holding the baby even tighter.

“I would never,” I say in return, my eyes drinking in the sight of the beautiful girl with our son at her breast. She looks absolutely delectable, like an angel nursing a baby with that long blonde hair and delicate features. Suddenly, a rush of possession surges through my veins, and I know I’ve lied because Misty and Sylvester belong to me. We conceived this child together, and I’m going to do everything in my power to be a part of their lives.

“Misty,” I say, my voice a bit stronger this time as I try to re-set the conversation. “Where have you been?”

She stares at me.

“That’s a funny question. Why do you care? What’s it to you?”

I pause for a moment, choosing my words carefully. This is obviously a delicate situation with our future hanging in the balance.

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