Page 4 of The Billionaire's Baby
“Not another penny. Make it work,” Favian snapped. “Leave before I take it back.”
She picked up her light coat she’d thrown over the back of his chair. “Fine. I’ll see you at home.”
“No, you won’t. You have an apartment. Stay out of my brownstone,” Favian warned.
Remy opened the office door just as she was leaving. Hillary lifted her nose in the air and sailed by him without a word.
Remy chuckled as he sat down across from Favian. “I don’t think your step sister likes me very much.”
“You say that every time you see her, but it’s not that. She doesn’t like you, she loathes you,” Favian said.
“Oh, my heart is breaking,” Remy drawled sarcastically.
Favian grinned at his best friend. Remy Sanchez had been his partner in crime since they were five years old. While Favian went off to the Marines, Remy went to college on a scholarship to MIT. But the distance never stopped their friendship. While Favian was in Iraq and stationed in Afghanistan, Remy would e-mail him and tell him about home. When Favian lost his mother and then his father, it was his best friend who stood next to him and cried for the people who were like parents to him. Favian trusted him with his life.
“So what’s up?” Remy asked.
“I just signed off on the R&D department working on the new prosthetics for wounded soldiers. I want you to head it up, make sure they’re keeping on budget, and get this working one hundred percent for the wounded warrior project.”
“I’m on it. What deadline are you looking for a big reveal?” Remy asked.
“They said they’ve made some extensive progress, so I want eighteen months on the nose,” Favian replied.
“You got it,” Remy said. Silence reigned for a few minutes before Remy asked, “Okay, what else is up?”
“I met this amazing woman outside the Manhattan store.” Favian grinned. “She’s from the UK and her voice is like…well, trust me, you hear her voice and you want to see her dressed like a school girl and asked to be spanked.”
“Well, hell, I want to date her,” Remy said.
“Sorry, but I’ve already got that privilege,” Favian said. “But if you’re nice I may let you hear her voice and you can then wish you were in my place.”
“Make her say ‘rocket launcher’ for me, like the chick from the old Avengers show, and you don’t have to buy me a birthday gift,” Remy said with a grin. “What will you do about Hillary?”
“What about her?” Favian asked.
“Hermano, usted es el único que no ve que ella siente algo por ti,” Remy said in Spanish. Favian frowned at the words. Remy was basically saying that Hillary had the hots for him and he was the only one who could not see it.
“Dios mio! Hillary doesn’t even enter into the equation,” Favian snapped. “She is my sister, nothing more.”
“Not by blood, and I’m telling you, Favian, the girl is a snake in designer clothes.” Remy leaned forward. “Just be careful, man. If you’re thinking about starting a relationship with this woman, watch out for your so-called sister.”
Favian nodded. “Okay, I will.”
Remy leaned back. “So what’s her name, this girl with the great voice?”
“Adira Potts.” Favian felt his heart lighten at the thought of her. “She has skin like smooth chocolate and her lips are sexy and full. She was wearing this dark ruby lipstick and I looked down at her thinking if I kiss her now, she may kick me in the nuts, but it would be so worth it.”
Remy shook his head. “Man, she has to be amazing if you’re willing take a kick in the jewels.”
“She has the warmest dark brown eyes, thick like that decadent chocolate mousse cake Suzie makes when you come to my house,” Favian said, speaking of his housekeeper and cook. “Her eyes are all melty good like that.”
Remy roared with laughter. “Melty good? You’ve gone back to being a teen in a matter of hours.”
Favian shrugged. “It feels good to be excited about dating again, after Kim and her bullshit.”
“I want you to be happy, so if this girl may be it, I say grab hold and don’t let go no matter what,” Remy said seriously and stood up. “So I’m going to head down to R&D and kick them in the pants for a bit and get in their way.”
“You mean you want to go play with their toys and talk tech,” Favian said. “Admit it, the R&D department is like your version of heaven.”
Remy smiled. “So I’m a nerd, sue me.”
“A nerd that can hold himself in a fight, so you’re good,” Favian called as his friend walked out the door.
