Free Married by Midnight (The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Series, #12) by Judy Angelo

denying it.  Deep down, she really cared.
    “Did she ever get married?”  It must have been the eagerness in her tone, Golden wasn’t sure why, but suddenly a look of suspicion crept into Claire’s eyes.
    “Why are you asking all these questions?  What are you up to?”
    Golden knew when to shut up.  This was the perfect time to change the subject.  “Oh, nothing.  Just curious.  By the way, did I tell you my second week on the job was great?  I’m learning a lot and the best part of it is, I’ve got a dreamboat for a boss.”
    Just like she’d known it would, that made Claire’s eyes light up with interest.  “A dreamboat, is it?  Come on, girl.  Tell me all.”
    Golden hadn’t really meant to call Reed a dreamboat even though that was exactly what she thought of him.  That was something she’d much rather keep to herself.  Still, she’d had to come up with something to distract Claire and she’d grabbed at that, thinking it was the perfect solution. 
    It seemed that it was, because Claire was practically chomping at the bit, awaiting the juicy details.  “He’s very nice,” she said, feeding her friend’s curiosity, “and so young, too.  He doesn’t look much older than I am but he’s the CEO of the corporation.”  Then she frowned.  “I have no idea how he manages that.”
    Claire shrugged.  “Probably a family business.  He must have inherited it.  But enough about that.  What does he look like, this boss of yours?”
    “Reed is...very handsome.  He’s tall, but not too tall.  Around five eleven, I think.  And he’s got wavy brown hair and the bluest eyes you ever saw.  His eyes remind me of...” She paused, thinking.  “You know, his eyes are as blue as Sir Richard Branson’s.”
    “The chap who owns all those Virgin companies?”
    “Yes, I saw his face on the cover of Inc. Magazine and his eyes were so blue, like Reed’s.”  Then she laughed.  “They actually have more in common than just the color of their eyes.  They’re both ambitious men.  Billionaires.”
    “And this is the man you’ve got your eye on?”  Claire’s laugh was almost a cackle.  “Talk about ambitious.  That’s exactly what you are, luv.  Good for you.”
    “Me?  What do you mean?”
    “Well, you just said you liked the man.”
    “No, not like that.  I only meant he’s a nice...employer.  I didn’t mean...” Golden’s voice trailed off.  From the expression on Claire’s face she could see the woman was buying none of what she was selling.  And who could blame her?  Golden was convincing no-one, not even herself.  “I just work for him, Claire,” she said finally. “That’s all.”
    Claire only chuckled and gave her a knowing look.
    But Golden knew a lot more than Claire did and what she knew, without a doubt, was that any interest she might have in Reed Davidoff was hopeless.  Outside of the fact that, compared to her the man was royalty, there was also that dreadful stipulation in her father’s will.
    As much as she despised the thought, for the sake of her mother she knew she would eventually give in.
    And Reed Davidoff would fit nowhere in that picture.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    H ad it been a month already?  That Monday when Sharon came in to remind him that Friday would be her last day Reed almost did a double-take.  It seemed like Golden had only been there a couple of weeks but no, Sharon had promised she would be there for a month to train her and a glance at the calendar told him she’d been true to her word.  But where had the time gone so fast?
    And now it was Friday and time to see Sharon off.  “You tell that husband of yours to take good care of you and the little one or he’ll have to answer to me.”  Reed gave Sharon a broad smile as she shrugged into her sweater.  Employee or not he would have given her a hug if he’d been brave enough but by now she was so huge he was afraid his hug would send her into premature labor.
    Sharon