Baby Daddy (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 4)By: Jessa James
As I drove through the sprawling country club estate, I couldn’t help but think that there was such a thing as too much money. Did grass really have to be that green? I mean, kids in Africa didn’t even have water and these fancy pants were worried about a dry blade of grass? People and their priorities. I shrugged my shoulder to hide the obvious chip I had growing there and parked my sedan at the front of the valet booth. A young teenage kid walked up, clearly unenthused with my generic vehicle – he was probably used to sports cars and convertibles. Sorry, kid, I thought as I threw him the keys.
I jogged up the marble steps and couldn’t help but smile when I saw the event board: “Victoria ‘Tori’ Elliott Birthday: in the Main Hall.” God, even her name made go all doe-eyed. I had worked for the Buchanan Industries in the Finance division for a few years, starting fresh out of college. I got hired on thanks to my best friend, Jeffrey Buchanan, and I met Tori my second day on the job. She was one of the head honchos’ personal admin assistants, but I swore her actual job was making my heart skip three or four beats whenever she walked into a room. She didn’t even know I existed, or ignored me because she thought I’m too young and too damn stupid. She wouldn’t be entirely wrong.
I was only 24 but I knew my eyes look older; most of the women at the office mentioned something about my baby face and old soul not mixing. It turned out that, if you grew up in the foster care system, you didn’t come out as shiny as the kids who had healthy parents and an actual home. But nobody wants to attend that pity party, I thought to myself as I breached the double-wide, massive mahogany doors that opened into the Main Hall. Of course, Carter, one of the older Buchanan brothers and Tori’s boss, had gone all out for his cherished personal assistant. So had his fiancé, Emma.
Tulips were everywhere and I internally high fived myself for remembering my allergy pill that morning. There was some sort of sheer, fluffy fabric on the backs of the chairs, some shiny silk on the tables, and there were glittering lights everywhere. Even the dense bulk of male I was could see that this setup was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the woman who stood, surrounded by her coworkers, just to the side of the hors d’oeuvres table. God, she’s radiant.
Her auburn hair was flowing down her back, a rare and cherished sight as far my dick was concerned. She wore some sheer, violet blouse and slacks with these sky-high fucks me pumps that just made me want to cry. Deep brown eyes closed in laughter as some schmuck from Data Processing made a joke. Tori’s teeth were bright white, perfect, and there was a flush to her cheeks that I assumed was from her champagne glass. Whatever it was, it looked good on her. I took a deep breath and tried to act cool, smoothing my blonde fade cut like there was ever a chance that a hair was out of place.
I moved to straighten my collar and remembered that I hadn’t worn a tie. I was grateful that Jeff had mentioned this would be a semi-casual event, which meant I still wore my cobalt blue pressed suit set with my white linen button up. While I had no idea what cobalt blue is, I did know that women stared at my dark, ocean blue eyes a hell of a lot more when I had the suit on. I hoped Tori wasn’t impervious to its charms. Oh, who are you kidding, Wyatt?
Like the total dweeb that I was, I walked closer to the hors d’oeuvres table, chickened out, and began saying hello to my coworkers instead of the Birthday Girl. I made small talk and tried to moonwalk inconspicuously closer to her little cluster of females, hoping that I would turn around at just the right moment and make eye contact with her. I got distracted for a moment by Carter and Emma who swung through my group to say hi to everyone. Emma looked great – almost as luminous as Tori, and Carter had his hand possessively on her waist.
As I daydreamed for a split second about being that way with Tori, Carter and Emma broke off their conversation and stared at me. With a shake of my head, I came back from my little trip down Never-Ever Lane and returned to the conversation. Act cool, Wyatt!
“Are you OK, Wyatt?” Emma asked, putting a light arm on my shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m fine, I just need to eat I think,” I mumbled as I moved towards the food. The last thing I needed was people thinking I was going to pass out. Carter chuckled and winked at me knowingly, glancing over his shoulder at Tori.
“The Birthday Girl is probably waiting for you to say hello, Wyatt. Get your ass over there,” he grunted at me, and I felt myself go a little red. Shit, your boss knows you’ve got a crush and you’re too chicken shit to do anything about it! I collected myself a little, nodded at Carter, and walked my way over to Tori. I made sure to place my trajectory to go around her in case we made eye contact and I lost my nerve, though.
But just as I was approaching from a safe distance, I heard the women in her little circle start to ooh and ahh over a coworkers’ cell phone. She was showing them all photos of her newborn baby and I couldn’t help but smile. What could I say? I loved kids. I decided to let the ladies do some more fawning over the pictures before I made my suave entrance, so I curved around the group and made my way to the snacks.