She's Having the Boss's Baby - By Kate Carlisle Page 0,22

Somehow he knew she’d made up her mind. Ellie rarely hesitated when it came to decision making, although, granted, this situation was a unique one.

He strolled past her secretary’s desk and went straight to her office door. It was closed so he knocked, then immediately opened it and walked in. “Ellie, I’m back. Did you have a chance to…”

She wasn’t at her desk.

Okay, not a big surprise. It was Sunday afternoon, after all. So maybe she was doing laundry or cleaning her house. He crossed the busy lobby and headed outside, taking a shortcut through the main pool area and past the tiki bar. The din of music and laughter faded as he made his way across the property to the residence cottages on the other side of the coco palm garden.

As he neared Ellie’s house, he heard a woman singing. One of her neighbors, no doubt. Not a bad voice, he thought, although it sounded a little garbled, like the singer was under water.

None of their guests ever stayed over here in the residence cottages, so it had to be an employee. At least it wasn’t Ellie, Aidan knew that much. His prim, proper, straight-laced senior vice president would never…

He stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of the dazzling backside of a woman standing under an outdoor shower, wearing what could charitably be called a string bikini.

His mind shut down as raw primordial need took over. Words formed in his brain, but he couldn’t utter them aloud. Sexy. Gorgeous. Body. Want. Now.

Mine.

The woman continued singing, completely oblivious to Aidan’s presence. As his mind slowly clicked back into working order, the term poleaxed came to mind. He was pretty sure this was what it felt like to be smacked over the head with a two-by-four. He’d never seen anything so stunning in his life.

As the woman rubbed her hands over her skin, Aidan had to bite his tongue to keep from offering to do it for her. Finally she reached for the spigot, cut off the water and turned.

And Aidan felt his chin hit the ground.

Ellie?

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Aidan had never seen his senior vice president in a bathing suit before, let alone something like the teasingly skimpy scraps of material she was wearing now. Hard to believe, but the real Ellie was even better than the sexy dream images that had been invading his mind the whole time he was away.

Okay, he thought. Yeah. He could definitely do this.

Ellie’s eyes were still closed as she wiped water off her face and smoothed her hair back.

Aidan couldn’t speak, could only gawk like some teenager at her awe-inspiring breasts. They were barely covered by the jungle-print scraps of material, but they were high and round and perfect for him. Perfect for his hands. Perfect for his mouth.

Her stomach was smooth and touchable, her hips round and shapely and delicious, and her legs…had he already mentioned touchable? What about delicious?

“Ellie?”

Her eyes popped open and she let out a squeal. “Aidan?”

He kind of wished he hadn’t said anything as she slung one arm across her breasts. With her other hand, she tried to cover the enchanting apex of her thighs.

“What’re you doing here?” she cried. “Oh, no! This is… Oh, just…let me get dressed!”

“Not necessary,” he insisted, but she was already running up the steps to her front door. “It’s just a bathing suit. I’ve seen them before.”

“Not on me!” She fumbled with her keys and dropped them. “It’s unprofessional.”

True, Aidan thought. He had to give her that one. Seeing her like this wiped away every image he had of her prim, proper business attire.

“Ellie, stop worrying about it. It’s the weekend. You’re not at work.”

She continued to protest. But suddenly his ears were no longer capable of hearing as she bent over to retrieve her keys, giving him a stunning view of her world-class derriere.

Oh, dear lord. He could die a happy man now.

“You weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow,” she said. “I’m…surprised, that’s all. Let me take this off. I mean, change into something more suitable.”

“Ellie.” He snatched the keys from her hand, jammed the proper one into the lock and pushed the door open for her. “We live and work on an island. A tropical island. A resort. Everyone wears bathing suits around here—” Though not as well as she did, he added silently. “Quit making such a big deal about this. I don’t care.”

“I know,” she muttered, “but I’m not used to you seeing me—to me being dressed like—to