Page 3 of The Billionaire's Baby
She was so excited she decided to swim laps in the indoor pool before dinner, hoping to get rid of some of the nervous energy she felt. In a few hours she would be sitting across from sexy Favian Rivera.
Chapter Two
An hour later, Favian walked into the set of offices he owned off Wall Street. Rivera Enterprises took up the entire fifteenth floor and looked over the hub of the Manhattan financial district. He ran the company like his father did—with a firm hand, but treating its employees well. Along with the stocks he owned and the different aspects of business the company had its hand in, including technology design, the line of shops turned a profit every quarter even though the economy was down. So much so that he was able to open two shops in Puerto Rico like his father had dreamed before his death.
“Favian, Hillary has set up shop in your office again,” Carol Wade, his personal assistant and right hand informed him as he came up to her desk.
“Lord, why?” Favian groaned. “What are we trying to save this month? Baby ducks, baby seals, baby seals that eat ducks, what?”
Carol grinned. “She has swatches of cloth, so who knows. You already know what I think about the situation.”
Carol was of the firm belief that Hillary needed to grow up and that Favian kept coddling her. Carol was more a mother to him than Tammy, Hillary’s mother, ever was. Carol had started out as his father’s secretary and the woman, now in her sixties, was his saving grace. She never had a problem putting Hillary or anyone in their place, including him, and he loved her for her straight-talking attitude.
“I’ll get her on her way. Can you tell Remy I need to see him in five minutes? Oh, and make reservations at Michelangelo’s for two at eight-thirty, secluded booth please,” Favian said.
“Could it be my boss has a date?” Carol shivered. “I think hell may have frozen over.”
“Very funny. I met a very lovely British girl today who got lost two blocks from her hotel,” Favian explained.
“Hey, if she gets you out of your monk lifestyle, I like her already,” Carol said and pointed to his office door. “Please get her out of there. Chaos follows in her wake.”
Favian saluted and grinned. “Yes, boss.”
He walked into his office whistling. Hillary was perched on his desk, her short skirt riding up her thighs. Favian stopped whistling and frowned. Hillary, for all her intentions, just rubbed him the wrong way. She had some wickedness hidden behind the sweet smile and the clueless attitude she showed to others.
“Off my desk, Hillary,” he said walking around the wide mahogany desk and taking a seat in his soft leather chair.
“Oh, you don’t like it, papi?” Hillary pouted.
“I’m not your father and you’re making a mockery of my parents, my culture and my language,” Favian snapped.
She waved his words casually away. “Stop being a fuddy-duddy, Favian. I brought the swatches for the color scheme of the charity dinner.”
He didn’t look up from the file in front of him. “Pick whatever you want, but I’ll need to be added for a plus one.”
“Oh, is Remy coming after all?” Hillary asked.
“No, but I’ll be bringing someone, hopefully, if it works out,” Favian said. He signed off on an expense chart for the research and development department.
“I didn’t know you’d started dating,” Hillary said.
The tone in her voice turned frosty and Favian looked up and gave her a cool stare. “I didn’t know I had to run it by you.”
“I didn’t say that. I’m just looking out for you, brother dear. Dating women beneath your stature reflects on all of us,” she said.
Favian put his pen down. “I need to clear up a few things about that statement. Who says she is beneath my status? My father built this company from nothing while we lived in a two-bedroom walkup in the Bronx. May I remind you that my father found your mother working in the perfume depart at Macy’s. Hence, you don’t come from money. I give you an allowance like a child because I feel some loyalty to my father’s second wife. Don’t presume, Hillary, it does not become you.”
Tears welled in her eyes—one of her typical moves. “I don’t understand why you’re so cruel to me. All I want to do is be a good sister…”
Favian waved his hand to stop her before she got on one of her tangents. He scribbled a check out quickly. “Fine, whatever, here’s a check. I know your allowance has to be gone by now even though it’s only the tenth. Here’s five thousand dollars. Go buy something.”
She looked at the check he handed her. “Only five grand? That is barely enough for a new purse.”
