The Billionaire’s Secret Babies(12)
Get your head on straight, Manila, I scold myself. He’s my boss, after all, for all that he doesn’t act like it. What kind of boss wants their personal assistant to live down the hall with her twin kids, after all?
By the time I pull up in front of his complex, it’s dark out. I pull into the garage, busying myself with the twins’ car seats.
“Let me help,” someone calls.
I bump my head on the roof of the car and wince, rubbing it, as I turn around to see Cassius’s doorwoman hurrying my way.
“I saw you pull in,” she says as she reaches me, and points overhead. Of course. Security cameras. “You shouldn’t be stuck with these two adorable babies all on your own,” she’s tutting as she expertly unbuckles Luca and unfolds his stroller from the trunk. “Next time I see Mr. Anderson, I’m telling him he needs to treat his new woman better,” she adds, shaking her head.
“Oh, I—” My cheeks flare red-hot. “We’re not… Uh. I’m Mr. Anderson’s assistant,” I finally managed to stammer.
She stops in the middle of preparing the stroller to blink. Clearly she’s surprised, though she’s too polite to say so. “My apologies,” she says, after a long pause. Then she glances back and forth from me to the kids and the car again, doubtless wondering the same thing I am—why is Mr. Anderson’s assistant coming to his house at night with her children, clearly ready to spend the night?
Lady, I wish I could tell you.
“I’m Manila, by the way,” I tell her as I lift Luca out of the car and buckle him into the stroller. “What’s your name?”
“Amy.” She smiles. “You’re lucky—you’ve got a good boss. Mr. Anderson is my best tenant. Not to mention the most attractive.”
I flush again as I lean across the backseat to grab Lucie. I’m glad my head is buried in the car so she can’t see my face just now. When I slide back out with Lucie in hand, I’ve gotten the blush under control. “He’s good looking, I suppose,” I agree, reaching for the twins’ overnight bag.
Amy beats me to it, and shoulders the bag, leading me toward the elevator. “Oh, you more than suppose.” Her eyes catch mine, twinkling with amusement. “That or you must not swing his way, because anyone with eyes can tell he’s a catch.”
I swallow hard. Here it is. My chance to ask her about Cassius’s life. Maybe there isn’t a woman involved. If his doorwoman thinks I’m the new girl, then he must have gotten rid of the old one by now. Or maybe Amy is just too professional to break the news to one girl that he’s got another on the side. He could be a regular player, the kind of guy with a different girl every week, plus a few bonus chicks in different zip codes…
Before I can decide how to broach the topic, or even what to ask Amy, the elevator doors ping open, and Cassius steps out.
“Finally,” he says, glancing between me and Amy.
“Mr. Anderson,” Amy greets him with a broad smile as she hands over my overnight bag, “I was just getting to know your charming new assistant. She’s quite lovely.” Amy grins up at him, and oh my god, is she pulling the same thing on him that she just did on me?
What a little mischievous matchmaker.
“Thanks so much for your help,” I say loudly, interrupting any potentially embarrassing announcement she was about to make. “See you tomorrow!”
Amy takes the hint, though not without winking at me as she leaves. “Enjoy your night,” she calls over her shoulder, one last parting shot as she leaves for the front door, and we step into the elevator together, the twins’ stroller between us.
“That took quite a long time,” Cassius says as the elevator leaps upward.
“Well, it takes a minute, packing for twins,” I counter, annoyed. I went through all this trouble, came all the way back here at the end of the night just to stay in the room he’s decided he must have me live out of, and he’s complaining about how long it took?
“You needn’t have worried,” he replies as we reach the top floor. I open my mouth to ask what he means, but he’s already striding away up the hall.
No matter. My question gets answered a minute later, when I roll the babies into the spare room.
Cassius has been busy while I was gone.
The room is full of stuff. A second crib, slightly larger than the first. Clothing, sized perfectly for the twins—everything from adorable little matching pajamas to going-out outfits—a dress for Lucie and a miniature suit and tie for Luca. There are play clothes, shoes, socks, a stack of diapers… Even some clothes sized a little larger, presumably for them to grow into.