Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

Nodding, he used his good hand to pull down the blinds. “What do you have in mind?”

“I…this is going to sound stupid.”

“Try me.”

“I have this YouTube channel.”

“You do?” he asked, quirking his head at her. “That was not at all what I expected you to say.”

“It’s not anything big. I have it under my stage name, Mistress of Schlock. I have this whole riff on Elvira where I wear a fakey vampire costume, but I review the worst movies you’ve ever seen.”

“Why?”

She grinned, the expression lighting up her face like a candle in a jack-o’-lantern. “You don’t watch vids? I’d rather be making movies, but until then I love interacting with my fans.”

“No,” he corrected, still holding her hand, enjoying the warmth of her skin under his palm. “I get why people enjoy YouTube. I’m busy, but I occasionally have something I follow. Just why bad movies?”

She shrugged. “My dad loves horror movies, so I used to watch the cheesy or not really scary ones with him when I was a kid. There was this terrible one with, like, rubber hand puppets called Feeders. I never forgot that movie. So when I started my channel it was an ode to those films. Now I do other stuff, like behind the scenes Q&A or reviews of new movies in theaters.”

“I like that.”

“You don’t even watch cheesy movies,” Jules pointed out.

“No, but I can tell you’re passionate about it. I think that’s what matters. My father started this company forty years ago. Before he died, well, he’d still be at work starting at seven. He lived for this company, and that passion…whatever you do that gives it to you is worth following. Can you make a vid while we fly?”

“Not a great one. I brought my camera for a bit of filming when I’m off the clock.” She blanched. “Unless that’s not okay.”

“You have eight-hour days. Whatever you do around that is on your own time.”

“Cool.”

“So can you film?”

She hesitated and then pulled her hand away. He loathed the loss of contact, but it was for the best. She’s just an employee. You have to remember that. As he watched, she pulled out her phone from her purse and then turned it on.

“I can make a small video on my phone. The quality will be crap, but it’ll be fun for a behind-the-scenes post to get them anticipating all my Spanish sightseeing at night.”

“You’re lucky then. Barcelona has a fabulous nightlife. Nothing even starts there before ten or eleven. It’s a lovely city.”

“I can’t wait to see all the Gaudí structures. Talk about trippy stuff!” she said, futzing with her hair and getting into position.

“I can take you.” The words were out of his mouth before he realized it. Javier had only advised that he didn’t have sex with his nubile redheaded valet. His brother never said that he shouldn’t act as a tour guide.

“You can?”

“If you’d like to see something when I’m not in meetings, then I would feel bad letting you wander around such a large city on your own.”

“I can handle myself,” she said, sitting up higher in her chair and tilting her chin up at him. “Like I said, DC’s a tough city and I’ve had jobs before where I got off at two or three a.m.”

“Do you speak Spanish?”

“I took one year in high school before switching to German.”

“I can help you there. Seriously, on Friday I’ll be done with my first round of meetings and I’ll be happy to show you around the Sagrada Família and the Park Güell. It’s all Gaudí, all the time.”

“I don’t want to impose,” she said.

“I want you to experience my city, and I’d love for you to see it as I do,” he said.