Free The Playboy's Baby: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance by Tasha Blue

everything they were trying to do for her, she knew they couldn’t distract her from Raymond forever.
    In fact, she was distracted as she pushed open the restroom door. She was looking down at her phone, checking for missed texts or calls from Raymond in Milan. Pushing the door open too fast, she bumped into a stately woman standing too close to the door.
    “Oh my gosh, I’m terribly sorry,” Janie said as the contents of the woman’s purse spilled onto the floor.
    “No, that was my fault, I was standing too close,” the woman said. “I should pay more attention.”
    Janie knelt down to help the woman gather her things. The woman was beautiful with silver hair swept into an elegant side ponytail. She had a regal quality about her that Janie thought she recognized. Janie wracked her brain as she grabbed the woman’s wallet. Maybe the woman had been at Raymond’s party. Her Gucci hand bag and sparkling diamond necklace said she would fit in with that crowd. Janie had just decided that she recognized the woman from Raymond’s yacht when she saw the woman’s identification through the clear sleeve of her wallet. “Oh my gosh,” Janie said. “You’re India Montenegro, the designer.”
    “Yes,” India said as she placed the last of her belongings back into her purse. “Do we know each other?”
    “No,” Janie blushed. “We’ve never met, but I recently wore a gown you designed. It was absolutely gorgeous. The most beautiful dress I’ve ever worn.”
    “Thank you so much my dear,” India said. She stood and smoothed imaginary wrinkles from her cashmere skirt. “Was it for a special occasion?”
    “It was a gift.” Janie smiled, even though she was supposed to be forgetting about Raymond. It seemed like wherever she went, there were always constant reminders of her time with Raymond. “It was mostly sheer, with red sequined flowers covering a lot of the exposed skin. Very tasteful, even though there was quite a bit of exposed skin.”
    “Ah, yes,” India said. Her eyes twinkled as she pressed her hands together in a steeple. “Raymond Whitehorn’s masterpiece.”
    “You remember?” Janie asked, impressed.
    “Of course,” India smiled. Janie could see the pride of her work in India’s rosy red cheeks. “I generally remember my designs, but this dress I remember because it was so special. Raymond designed it himself.”
    “He did?” Janie asked. She didn’t know Raymond was interested in design. She assumed he’d had an assistant like Gary pick up the first red or green Christmas dress in her size.
    “Absolutely,” India explained. “Raymond was the perfect client to work with. He knew exactly what he wanted and exactly how it would look. But I am a little confused,” the designer confessed. She stepped forward and took Janie’s wrist in both her hands. Her fingers were soft and smooth. Janie blushed at the intimate contact, but didn’t back away. India was like the sweetest grandmother and Janie felt safe in her hands. “Raymond said this dress had to be perfect because it was for the girl he loved.”
    Janie stumbled backwards, but didn’t break contact with the designer. India squeezed her arm harder. “Loved?” Janie managed to squeak when she regained her composure.
    “Yes. He specifically said it was for the girl he was going to marry. I assumed that meant his fiancée, although I’d read in the papers that they were having trouble.” India released Janie’s arm and smiled. “Now I see why they were having trouble.”
    “It wasn’t like that, I mean, not exactly…” Janie blushed, but India waved away her embarrassment.
    “Please, sweetheart. You don’t have to explain it to me. People are in relationships for so many different reasons, and Raymond’s father can be a bear to deal with. I’m just so glad that Raymond found someone that he can truly be happy with. The papers be damned,” she added.
    “Thank you,” Janie said as India exited the restroom, leaving