by Leanne Banks
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Advertising Media Volume 188
FEATURESPOTLIGHT
This Week in Advertising…
The Adman:
Brock Maddox
His New Campaign:
Adams Temp Services—when you
unexpectedly need a new secretary
Well, we’ve all finally learned who was behind the information leaks at Maddox Communications. But could anyone have guessed it was CEO Brock Maddox’s own assistant? Seems the sweet-looking Elle Linton was hiding quite a lot. Including the fact that she is Athos Koteas’s illegitimate granddaughter. Seeing how Athos has never claimed her as his progeny, one has to wonder why she would go to such great lengths to betray Maddox. Especially since we’ve just discovered she had more than a “business” relationship with the CEO himself.
Is Brock Maddox going to be able to overcome this latest crushing news in what has already been a trying year for his advertising company? The Maddox family has weathered tougher storms…we think. But with the news that Brock is marrying Elle…well, we have to wonder what else is going on behind the scenes. Why would Maddox marry the woman who spied on his beloved company? Unless…that very woman is about to be the mother of a Maddox heir?
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Dear Reader,
Have you ever been in a situation where you had to compromise your integrity for the sake of someone else’s life? What if someone else would actually die if you didn’t compromise your honor? The “shero” in CEO’s Expectant Secretary is put in this untenable situation. In order for her mother to get the medical treatments she needs, Elle Linton must steal secrets from her boss. That’s bad enough, but what if she falls for her boss? Can you imagine the angst you would feel if you were put in that situation?
This story was full of vibrant emotions that pulled me from one end of the spectrum to the other. The betrayal the hero experiences, the morning sickness Elle suffers, their struggle to make a life together…
I was thrilled to write the resolution to this exciting multi-author series. I loved exploring Elle and Brock’s journey and sharing a little about the wonderful couples who found love before them, and I hope you’ll enjoy this dramatic conclusion to KINGS OF THE BOARDROOM!
Best Wishes,
Leanne Banks
www.leannebanks.com
LEANNE BANKS
CEO’S EXPECTANT SECRETARY
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**Secrets of the Playboy’s Bride #2002
CEO’s Expectant Secretary #2018
LEANNE BANKS
is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author who is surprised every time she realizes how many books she has written. Leanne loves chocolate, the beach and new adventures. To name a few, Leanne has ridden on an elephant, stood on an ostrich egg (no, it didn’t break), gone parasailing and indoor skydiving. Leanne loves writing romance because she believes in the power and magic of love. She lives in Virginia with her family and four-and-a-half-pound Pomeranian named Bijou. Visit her Web site at www.leannebanks.com.
This book is dedicated to all the fabulous authors of the KINGS OF THE BOARDROOM books
and my family—Betty Minyard, Karen Minyard, Jane Poff, Tony Banks, Adam Banks, Alisa Kline, Kevin Kline, Richard Turner, Amy Turner, Mason Turner, Julia Turner, Phillip Poff, Jennifer Little, Rex Little, Asher Little and Emily Pierce.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
Prologue
He couldn’t sleep.
Brock Maddox looked down at the woman on the bed beside him. Her eyelids were closed, her dark lashes hiding the warm sensuality of her blue eyes. Her brown hair splayed across his pillow and her wicked, wonderful lips were swollen from the lovemaking they’d shared just an hour ago.
The soft sheet sloped over her full breasts, which she’d tried to keep hidden; the dusky rose of a nipple peeked above the white cotton. His fingertips knew the feel of everything beneath that sheet—every rib, the curve of her waist and lower still, the wet, velvet secrets that encased him, stroked him and plunged him into another world.
Elle Linton had captured his attention the first time she’d walked into his office for a job interview. Fearing she might present a distraction, he’d chosen a different woman who had subsequently decided to quit just one month later. Elle was the natural next choice.
By far the most observant assistant he’d ever had, she had quickly taken note of his every preference, from his favorite sandwich and soothing music to who was allowed to interrupt him and who wasn’t. A few late nights with sandwiches had progressed to wine and gourmet delivery. A couple of innocent brushes against her body had left him hard with longing.
He’d begun to smell her perfume in his sleep. He’d noticed her gaze lingering on him and seen the wanting in her eyes—he should have resisted. He remembered the night everything had changed between them as if it were five minutes ago….
Six o’clock. He should tell Elle she could leave, he thought, opening the door to his office. She had been standing right outside. Giving a smothered sound of surprise, she dropped the files on the floor.
“Sorry,” he said, bending down at the same time she did. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”
Her perfume rose to his nostrils and he felt that same seductive tug. The one he always pushed aside. She stumbled and he instinctively pulled her against him.
Her eyes met his and irresistible electricity crackled between them. He was achingly aware of her breasts against his chest and the sensation of her thighs on either side of his leg as he held her upright.
“Sorry,” she whispered, her gaze holding his.
She wore a black pencil skirt with a back vent, her legs were bare, her feet in a pair of black heels that made it difficult to tear his gaze from her backside throughout the day. If she were another woman, he would lower his head and take her mouth. He would pull her blouse free and slide his hands over her breasts, savoring the touch of her naked skin. If she were another woman, he would pull up her skirt and make her wet with wanting him, then thrust inside her until…
“I should—” he began.
She closed her eyes. “Should. Do you ever get tired of that word?” she asked. “I do.”
Her response shocked him and a frustrated chuckle escaped his throat. “Elle…”
She opened her eyes and her gaze spoke to him, making wicked invitations.
“If I were responsible and sane, I would transfer you to another position,” he said.
She opened her mouth in protest. “No—”
He put his fingers over her lips. “But I—” He rubbed her lips and she flicked her tongue over his finger. He swore. “Just tell me you want this as much as I do,” he said.
She tugged his tie loose and pulled
open his shirt, buttons cascading to the floor. “More,” she said.
Then he’d pulled her into his arms and carried her upstairs to his private apartment where they’d spent the entire night burning up the bed.
Brock stared down at her as she slept peacefully. His gut knotted at the thought of the preliminary report he’d received from his private investigator. He would meet with the P.I. tomorrow, but the brief text message indicated that Elle might be the person leaking secrets about Maddox Communications to their biggest rival, Golden Gate Promotions.
He hadn’t read the text until after they’d made love. Now he was stuck with a nauseating sense of betrayal. Was it true? He would wait for the hard evidence. He would need to see it with his own eyes. Was it possible that the woman who had warmed his heart and his bed for the last several months had secretly been stabbing him in the back?
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Brock strode down the hallway of the cushy San Francisco North Bay condominium and cynically wondered how Elle could afford such luxury. He paid her well, but not this well. No, he knew exactly how she could afford it, he thought, tightening his jaw. Elle, his assistant—his lover—had sold him out. The time had come for confrontation. Brock wasn’t CEO of the top advertising agency in San Francisco for nothing.
With controlled anger, he narrowed his eyes as he knocked on her door on a sunny Saturday morning. He counted as he waited. One. Two. Three. Four. Still in shock that the sweet woman who’d become his mistress had turned out to be a cold-hearted liar, he balled his fist as he waited. Five. Six. Seven.
The door swung open and the woman who had made love to him with no holds barred stared up at him with a pale face and plum lips. Her dark brown hair was sexy-sleep disheveled and her blue eyes rounded in surprise at him.
“Brock,” she said, lifting her shoulders in the ivory silk robe she wore. “I thought you wanted to keep our relationship private,” she whispered. “Is there a business emergency?”
“You could say that,” he said. “I’ve found out who is selling our secrets.”
Alarm shot through her gaze and she shook her head, an expression of dread washing over her face. Her skin paled even more and she covered her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t—” She broke off and ran away from him, leaving the door wide open.
Disconcerted, he stared after her. What the hell? Stepping inside the small but elegant foyer, he closed the door behind him and walked a few steps down the hallway. He heard the unmistakable sound of Elle losing her breakfast as he glanced at his watch. Despite his overriding fury, he felt a twinge of pity. She hadn’t appeared sick when he’d last seen her on Friday.
Minutes later, she came out of the bathroom, still pale. She spotted him as she lifted her hand to her forehead and sighed, looking away. Brock followed her as she walked down the hallway and turned into a moderate-sized kitchen decorated in shades of rust and cream. The contrast of the cream ceramic tile against her cherry-colored toenails emphasized her femininity. He remembered the sight of her naked from head to toe, whispering his name over and over as he made her his, driving both of them into pure pleasure.
He pushed aside the memory. “How long have you been sick?” he asked as she reached in the refrigerator for a can of ginger ale and poured it into a glass with ice.
“I’m not sick.” Her hand shook as she lifted the glass and took a sip. “It’s just the mornings—” She broke off and took another sip. “It’s nothing really.”
Something in her voice tugged at him. Something wasn’t right. Sick. Mornings. Realization shot through him like a round from a forty-five. He sucked in a quick breath. It wasn’t possible, he told himself, yet his gut told him otherwise. His gut told him what he didn’t want to know. Brock had learned long ago not to ignore what that churning sensation inside him had to say. It had saved him personally and professionally too many times to count. “You’re pregnant,” he said.
She closed her eyes and turned away from him.
“Elle,” he said, his heart hammering against his rib cage. “Don’t lie to me—not this time,” he added, unable to keep a touch of cynicism from his voice. “Is it mine?”
Agonizing seconds of silence passed. “Elle,” he said.
“Yes,” she whispered desperately. “Yes. I’m pregnant with your child.”
Brock felt his heart stop in his chest. He swallowed a thousand oaths. The woman who had betrayed him carried his child. He raked his hand through his hair. He’d walked into her building ready to throw the book at her. He still wanted to. No one got the best of Brock Maddox. No one.
He ground his teeth together. He’d protected his family business—he could do no less for his child. His child deserved his name, his history, his everything. There was only one thing to do. “You must marry me.”
Elle jerked her head to gape at him. “Absolutely not. You didn’t want our relationship to be public. Why would you want things to be different now?”
“Because you’re carrying my child. Everything is different now.”
Elle took a quick little sip of ginger ale as if to calm herself, then shook her head. “This is crazy. You made it perfectly clear that our relationship was a secret fling.” She met his gaze briefly and he glimpsed a stab of pain in her blue eyes before she looked away again.
“If we want to do the right thing for the baby, then we have no choice. We must get married and raise this child together,” he said, his jaw clenching with tension. Five minutes ago, he’d been ready to show Elle everything he had against her. He had trusted her. She had betrayed him and his company and he’d wanted to make her pay. His fingers clutched at the envelope full of evidence.
She gnawed at her lip, still avoiding his gaze. “I can’t—” She broke off and lifted her chin. “I won’t marry you. The pregnancy was unexpected.”
He felt a sinking in his gut. “You’re not planning to have an abortion.”
She met his gaze in shock. “Of course not,” she said. “I’ll raise this baby on my own.” She slid her hand protectively over her abdomen.
“You’ll just want unlimited financial support, right?” he asked, unable to check his cynicism.
She narrowed her eyes. “I can take care of this baby on my own. I don’t want anything from you. Do you hear?” she demanded. “Not a thing.”
“That’s ridiculous,” he said. “I can provide—”
“Get out,” she said in a low, firm voice.
He blinked at the resolute expression on her face. “Excuse me?”
“Get out,” she repeated. “You’re not welcome here.”
Stunned at the strength of her response, he shook his head. He hesitated only because she looked so fragile and he didn’t want to upset her more. “I’ll leave,” he said. “But I’ll be back.” He strode out of the condo, already formulating a plan. He was, after all, known as the man with a plan. Always.
Elle held her breath as she watched Brock Maddox leave. As soon as she heard the front door close, she finally exhaled. The room seemed to turn sideways and she felt the alarming sense of her knees weakening. She quickly grasped onto the counter, her hands shaking as she set down her glass.
She just needed to get to a chair, she coached herself. If she could just sit down for a moment…. On wobbly legs, she made her way to a barstool and slid onto it. She took a breath, praying for her head to stop spinning.
How had he found out? She’d been so careful when she’d become Brock’s assistant and been forced to spy on him. She’d been so careful—except for that minor matter of going to bed with her boss and having a scorching affair with him. Her intentions had been honorable. She’d needed the money for her mother’s cancer treatments. Her grandfather had offered her a way to do that while accomplishing his own, less honorable goal.
When she’d first started working for Brock, she’d told herself to treat the job the same way a man would. Compartmentalize. She would do an excellent job for Maddox Communications as she ferreted secrets for her g
randfather, Athos Koteas. Elle felt a bitter taste form in the back of her throat. In one way or another, she had spent her entire life at the mercy of a powerful man. Elle might not like the cards that had been dealt, but she would damn well play them to the best of her ability. She wouldn’t let her mother die as a result of her pride or a misplaced sense of ethics in a business completely without ethics.
The only thing she hadn’t counted on was Brock. Meeting him had made her feel as if she were in an earthquake that was rocking her to her core. She’d never intended to be attracted to him, let alone go to bed with him. And she’d never dreamed she would fall for him.
Elle heard the sound of soft footsteps in the hallway and glanced up to see her mother walk into the kitchen. Though a bit weak and frail, Suzanne seemed to be improving with the help of the experimental cancer treatments. Elle immediately plastered a smile on her face to hide how upset she was over Brock’s visit. “Good morning, Mom. Can I fix you some blueberry pancakes for breakfast?” Elle was always looking for a way to keep up her mother’s strength and weight.
Her mother shook her head. “Never try to kid a kidder, kiddo. I overheard the whole conversation with Brock. It’s obvious that you’re in love with the man. I don’t want you giving up your chance for happiness because of my illness.”
Elle quickly pulled her mother into a hug. “Don’t be ridiculous. You and I have always taken care of each other. Besides, I always knew things wouldn’t work out long-term with Brock. I just let myself get carried away,” she whispered.
