The Billionaire's Baby

Roberta walked past the perfectly manicured flowerbeds, up the cobbled steps to the solid mahogany side door. She caught a brief glimpse of her face in the leaded glass pane. Her soft cocoa skin looked fresh and flawless. Roberta smiled at her reflection. "Skinny women have to worry about wrinkles," she thought to herself. "But a little extra flesh will keep you looking young" Roberta was proud of her curves.

She looked up at the security camera and smiled at the gate attendant who had admitted her into the grounds of the estate. He had been good at his job and thoroughly checked all of Roberta's credentials before opening the gate, allowing her to cruise past up the long and winding drive that was paved in cobblestone and flanked by Royal Palm Trees.

"Use the service entrance" had been the guard's only request. "I will buzz you in this time. Henderson will give you your own pass code to use from now on." Roberta had nodded. She wasn't an amateur. She was a professional. It's not as if this was the first time she had gained access to a vast country estate, and it most certainly wouldn't be the last.

Roberta was brought out of her reverie by a light buzzing noise and a serious-looking man in his early fifties who was dressed in a three-piece suit accessorized by a red and blue striped silk cravat, opened the door.

"Mr. Leon?" Roberta asked extending him her perfectly manicured, red-polished hand and flashing him her pearly white, perfectly straight, movie starlet smile.

"Henderson" was all the man said in reply and Roberta giggled nervously when she realized her mistake.

"Follow me" he commanded. He had one of those British accents that Americans envied. He sounded so distinguished. Roberta decided that she liked him immediately. His curt manner was endearing.

He turned purposefully and walked elegantly down the hall. Roberta looked down at the perfectly polished wooden floors, drawn to the rich inlayed pattern of dark and light wood. The floor reminded her of one that you would see in a fancy European hotel and so she looked closer, hoping to determine if it had been recently installed, or just meticulously maintained. She decided that they were antique, but thoroughly polished and preserved.

Henderson had not said anything else but continued to down the hall, past about a half dozen closed door. In-between the doors were photographs of easily recognizable faces; celebrities, politicians, and models. All smiling and all accompanied by the same man. Roberta looked closer to a photograph of a skinny yet busty woman in a white bikini with her arm around the man. Roberta drew in her breath, she looked into his eyes. They were large and light brown. Roberta felt pierced by those eyes and her heart flutter a little. Her eyes wandered over his tanned skin and finally set on his medium-length, hair. It was a beautiful brown color and so thick. She found herself involuntarily raising her hand, she wanted to feel the hair and see if it felt as soft as it looked in the photograph.

"Miss" Roberta suspended her fingers mid-air and smiled her million-dollar grin at Henderson. His lips remained as flat and straight as an iron rod. Roberta would have her work cut out for her trying to win the Butler over. That was her secret; get the man that the boss cannot live without on your side and you will be golden.

"So sorry Henderson"

"Let's continue then" He abruptly turned and continued down the corridor. He reached a solid door that was closed like all the others, but for some reason Roberta felt drawn to it. Remembering her previous folly, she kept her hands firmly clasped at her side. She would show Henderson that she was quick to learn and would not make the same mistake twice.

"Wait here" he commanded, then knocked three times and stepped back.

"Enter" a throaty and commanding voice said. Henderson opened the door.

"Sir, Miss Roberta has arrived."

"Show her around Henderson, I simply cannot be interrupted at this time"

"Of course" Henderson shut silently shut the door, not wanting to further disturb his employer and looked at Roberta, for the first time directly into her eyes. If Roberta did not know better, she thought that she saw a trace of apology in his gaze.

Easy as pie. Roberta had always had this effect on people. She could get anybody that she wanted on her side. She was always popular in school and was never without a boyfriend throughout her teenage years. Other friends complained that men were jerks and always let them down. Men did not let Roberta down. She simple became bored with them. Bored that they were so pliable and easily gave in to her every request. Sometimes she thought that if she could ever find a man with a backbone unwilling to bend to her charms, she would be his for eternity.