A Baby For The Millionaire (The Full Series)

A Baby for the Millionaire (The Bachelor Millionaires Club)

(The Full Series)

By Helen Cooper

A Baby for the Millionaire
Copyright: Helen Cooper

Chapter 1

“
Jenny
, just be calm. No one is going to know.” My best friend and roommate Lucy tries to soothe my fears.

“Maybe I shouldn’t go in. I should just look for a new job and use my real resume.” I say desolately. I really needed this job. Rent was due in 3 weeks and I had burnt through all of my savings. I bite my lip. I don’t know what to do. This was my dream job, social media director for a big TV station. I was originally going to apply for the junior associate position but had gotten drunk with Lucy and Anna (my other best friend) one night and we had all created fake resumes for our perfect jobs. I didn’t realize until I was halfway done with my interview that I had actually applied for the wrong job.

“Jenny, you know that stuff inside out. You can totally do it.” Lucy was right, I wasn’t actually worried about the work but more about them finding out that I didn’t have an MBA and 10 years experience at a Fortune 500 company.

“I just don’t want to get fired you know. First job and fired, that’s not going to look too good.” I sighed.

“You won’t get fired, I promise.”

I smiled at Lucy and wanted to tell her not to make promises she couldn’t keep but I knew she was worried for me. She hadn’t been able to find a job yet either and if this didn’t work out for me then we would both have to move back home.

“I’ll make it work Lucy! I got this.” I couldn’t let us down. There was no way that I wanted to move back home and I knew that Lucy didn’t want to go back either. Her parents would never let go of her if they got their claws into her again. I knew my folks would love me to come back but I just didn’t want to be a failure. I hadn’t moved to New York for college, just to have to move back to Palm Bay, Florida when I was done.

“How do I look?” I twirled around in my $300 Macys suit, thank God for credit cards, and grabbed my handbag.

“You look like a million dollars Ms. Carpenter.”

I grabbed Lucy’s arms and squealed and we did a little dance before I noticed the clock. “Uh oh, I gotta go before I miss the train. Don’t want to be late on my last day.”

I looked at myself one last time in the mirror. My shoulder length light brown hair hung in waves, even though I had flat ironed it for at least 20 minutes this morning. My green eyes sparkled helped by the mascara and eyeliner I was wearing and I looked like I was a professional, instead of a 23 year old about to head out on her first day.

                                                                      ***

“
I’ve
got this, I’ve got this.” I mumbled to myself as I walked into the Verona Building. I gulped as I looked at all the professional people around me. I saw 2 news anchors and a famous actor as I walked to the front desk and took a couple of breaths before I spoke.

“I’m here for my first day…”

“You here for the job with Hamilton?” The lady looked me up and down suspiciously.

“Uhm, yes.” I squeaked. I had thought my new bosses name was going to be Jack but didn’t want to draw any more attention to myself. “I’m here to work for Hamilton.”

“Heh, you don’t look like someone with years of experience, but what do I know?” I went to answer her but realized she was talking to herself.  “Take this, go up to the 35
floor, and wait in the office on the right.”

“Okay.” I grabbed the guest pass she gave me and looked around, not sure where the elevators were.

“The elevators are over there,” the receptionist pointed to a spot directly to my right. “Press the button 35 to get to the 35
floor.” And with that she started talking to the next person.

Embarrassed I walked over to the elevator. This day was not going well at all. I got off at the 35
floor and walked past an empty desk into a huge room that had a great view of the Manhattan skyline. I could see the Empire State Building and gazed in admiration.

“Can I help you?” A deep voice in my ear made me jump.

“Aaarrgh.” I screamed. “Sorry, I frighten easily. I looked up into the darkest blue eyes I had ever seen. They didn’t look impressed or amused.

“Uhm, sorry. I’m just waiting for Jack, I mean Hamilton. I’m not sure exactly.”

The man raised his eyebrows at me. “You don’t know who you are waiting for?”

I swallowed hard watching him talk. He was gorgeous. Tall and handsome didn’t even begin to describe it. He was like a male Adonis, with short dark hair, complimenting his tanned skin and solid body. Wow. That’s all I could think. Wait until Lucy hears about this.

“Sorry. This is my first day. And I’m not sure if there was some confusion or what?” I looked at him and offered a smile, hoping to garner his sympathy.

“You’re the new girl?” He looked at me in disbelief.

“Uh, Yes.” I try to look at him adamantly, like I was ready for business.

“They hired you?”

“Yes. And I accepted. I had several options you know but wanted to work for the best.” I beam and fuddle around with my briefcase.

“You look like you are barely out of college, not someone with years of experience.”

“Well, yes. I do get told I look young for my age. But I know all about Twitter and Facebook and of course Pin interest.”

“What?” The man looked confused.

“Let me introduce myself. I am Jenny Carpenter.” I reached for his hand so I could give him my professional handshake. I’d been practicing it all night with Lucy.

“Okay, Jenny. Well I’m Hamilton. We have a lot to do today. I hope you are prepared.”

“Yes sir. I am definitely prepared and ready for the job. Uh, what happened to Jack?”

“Jack?”

“Yes, I thought he was supposed to be my boss?”

“I’ve no idea what you are talking about. If you don’t want this job you can leave.” And with that Hamilton walked into his office.

I stood there biting my lip. Something had gone dreadfully wrong but I wasn’t sure what. I had a feeling that this Hamilton was going to be able to figure me out pretty quickly. He didn’t seem the sort to be easily deceived. And he had to be pretty high up in the organization. His office was huge.

“Jenny, are you coming or what?” Hamilton stood at the entryway of his door and I swallowed hard.  I had an overwhelming urge to kiss him. There was something about him that was so virile, so manly. Nothing at all like the college boys I had dated before. Hamilton was all man.

I followed Hamilton into his office and took a seat in front of his desk. I tried to open my briefcase so that I could take out a pen and paper so I could take notes.

I looked up and saw him staring at me impatiently.

“Sorry, I can’t seem to remember the code.”

“The code?”

“For the padlock” I nodded down to my briefcase. “It’s new you see. Lucy got it for me on her Macys charge card as a first day at work gift.” Along with the suit, but I didn’t tell him that.

“Hmm, and who is Lucy?” He lifted one eyebrow at me. I wondered how he did it but I knew now was not the time to ask.

“My roommate and best friend. We went to Columbia together. Uhm, many years ago of course.” I smiled up at him and tried to look older. Shoots, I was going to blow it before I even made it to lunch.

                                                                        ***

Hamilton
looked over at his new assistant as she fumbled with her cheap briefcase. There was no way this girl was over 25, no way she had years of experience and no way she could do this job. As the CEO of the company, he needed someone who could keep up with him, be his second eyes and ears and this girl didn’t have it. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t kicked her out as soon as she introduced herself. He didn’t know what her game was but he was interested in finding out.

She was pretty, unassumingly so. There was something about the way that she stared at him that made his loins ache. He should send her away, he was 35 and one of the richest men in New York, and he certainly didn’t need a dalliance with some coed.

He listened as she bumbled on about Twitter and hash tags, obviously trying to distract him from the fact that she couldn’t open the briefcase. He had no clue what she was talking about or why.

“Jenny, why don’t you leave the briefcase for later and let’s chat about your duties okay?”

“Oh certainly Hamilton.” She looked at him sweetly, completely unaware of the irritation in his voice. She adjusted her skirt and he was drawn to her long legs. She then attempted to straighten her shirt; but she missed the gaping hole near her breasts. He had noticed that that happened a lot to women with larger boobs, shirts never really closed properly. He pictured her body for a second. She wasn’t skinny, but he didn’t like them skinny. She had a body that was made to be loved.

He was brought out of his reverie by her repeating his name.

“Sorry, what Jenny.”

“Oh, no problem Hamilton.  I was just wondering if you could tell me when we get paid.” She smiled.

“Paid?” She had barely been in the door 5 minutes and she was wondering about getting paid?

“Yes, I just wanted to make sure I got paid before my rent was due. I’m sure you know how it is.” She grinned at him. He nearly laughed. He had never had to worry about money in his 35 years. Had this girl done no research?

“Not really.”

“Oh, it must be nice being an executive?”

“Yes. It is.” Hamilton studied the young girl in front of him curiously. She had no clue who he was. He would bet money on it. That meant that while she had lied about being hired for this position, she hadn’t lied because she was trying to get to him. She didn’t know who he was and she hadn’t lied because she wanted to seduce him because frankly asides from the gap in her shirt, the outfit was not very sexy.

“So Jenny. Tell me why you applied to be my personal assistant?” He nearly laughed at the obvious gulp she took. This was going to be fun. He had been around so many jaded actors and executives, that he had forgotten what it was like to be around someone who wore their emotions on their sleeve. He decided that he wanted to get to know Jenny better, a lot better.

Chapter 2

Oh
boy I was in trouble. Personal assistant? I had somehow come to the wrong persons office but wasn’t sure how to get out of it. How was I going to tell him I was in the wrong office without telling him I was actually the new direct of social media. For some reason I didn’t think my inane Twitter knowledge impressed him.

“Well, ah.” I mumbled trying to think furiously. “Well, you see.”

“Jenny, what exactly are you doing in my office today?”

“Huh?” I looked at him in shock, surprised to hear him get to the point so quickly.

“I think we both know you are not my new personal assistant. Are you meant to be down in the secretary pool?”

“No.” Secretary. I didn’t go to Columbia for 4 years to be a secretary.

“Are you meant to be here at all?” He looks at me sternly.

“Yes.” I whisper.

“As what?” He leans across the desk and looks at me intently. I swallow hard. I can feel the warmness of his body radiating towards mine.

“Social media director” I mumble.

“Director?” Hamilton bursts out laughing. “You got hired as a director?”

“Yes, I did. I am very qualified actually.” I want to stick my tongue out at him but I don’t think that it will help my cause.

“You have 10 years experience do you? How old are you? 18?”

“I am 23 actually. And I am a Columbia University grad and I have tons of experience with social media.”

“You like Facebooking huh?”

“Yes, I mean no, I mean I have a lot of experience utilizing it for business purposes.”

“Ten years of experience?” His raises his eyebrows again. Why does he do that and does he know how sexy he looks?

“Okay, well not exactly.” I ponder for a moment. “I’m going to tell you something but you have to promise not to tell anyone.” It’s a risk telling him my secret but he hasn’t kicked me out or called security as yet. It may be that he will keep my confidence and just point me in the right direction. I mean what did he have to lose? Whereas I had everything to lose. This could be my only chance.