Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance by BWWM Club, Tyra Small Page B

take a deep breath. You get
lunch opposite of Rachel, my assistant, just in case any important
calls come through during that time. She usually goes around noon, so
you would have the one o’clock slot. We only have one kitchen
and it’s on my floor. Feel free to come and go as you please.
If you want to come eat lunch with me today I’ll show you how
the phones work. Otherwise, Rachel can show you.”
    Lateisha snorted at his last comment and Bryce laughed. “I’ll
come to your office for lunch.”
    “Great!” Bryce exclaimed. “I mean that will be
nice,” he added with slightly less enthusiasm.
    Lateisha stifled a laugh. They exchanged goodbyes and then she hung
up, stowing her phone and purse inside of her desk and locking it.
Checking around to be sure that no one needed her, Lateisha headed to
the elevators to ride up to the sixteenth floor. Bryce insisted that
his chef make them each a healthy lunch to bring to work that day so
Lateisha didn’t want it to spoil.
    Punching the number sixteen in the elevator, Lateisha looked down at
her new, and really expensive, heels. They weren’t so comfy but
they were beautiful. The elevator opened up and Lateisha stepped out,
looking down the hall. There at her desk, sitting tall and beautiful,
was the Blond Bitch. It was either Lateisha’s imagination or
the woman was sneering at her. Convincing herself it was her
imagination, Lateisha walked towards the glass double door. She
reached out and tugged. They were locked. Sighing, she knocked on the
glass. The bitch looked up and smirked, knowing damn well she saw
Lateisha exit the elevator, and took her time pressing the button to
allow her to enter.
    Lateisha sauntered through the door, an evil look on her face.
“Thanks for opening the door,” she said with contempt.
    The bitch smiled bitterly. “I didn’t see you there,”
she replied with fake remorse and grabbed her chest.
    Lateisha ignored her and walked down the hall towards the kitchen
seething with anger. Who did that bitch think she was and what the
hell was her problem? Stopping in the entrance to the kitchen she
looked around. It was a nice size for an office kitchen. There was a
large French door refrigerator, an area in the corner with a small
round table, a microwave and a sink next to the fridge and the
obligatory coffee maker. There were even two soda machines and a
snack machine. Lateisha eyed up the soda machine to see if it had
ginger ale; Bryce’s one exception for soda since she was
pregnant and nauseated.
    “Checking out the new digs?” Bryce said from behind her
and she jumped. The assistant had her on edge.
    “Yes I am. But don’t ever say that again.”
Lateisha laughed and deposited her lunch bag in the fridge.
    “Why? Isn’t that what all the cool kids say?”
Bryce chuckled, clearly pleased with his joke.
    “I don’t think they do.” Lateisha turned to walk
from the kitchen and back down the hall towards the elevators.
    “I thought you wanted to learn the new phones?” Bryce
asked, grabbing her arm.
    Lateisha closed her eyes. His hand on her arm made her want things
she had no business wanting. How could he do that to her with just
one touch?
    “I, uh, thought we were doing that at lunchtime?” She
stuttered.
    “Since you’re here, let’s just get it out of the
way.”
    Bryce didn’t release her right away and they stood, staring at
each other. The sound of a person clearing their throat made Lateisha
jump back and Bryce drop her arm.
    “Bryce, getting cozy with the new assistant?” His
assistant asked, tsking her tongue.
    Bryce glared at her and Lateisha wondered what was going on there.
“Just showing her around, Rachel.” Bryce placed his hand
on the small of Lateisha’s back and ushered her from room. Then
he turned back to Rachel. “And I won’t tell you again to
call me Mr. Henderson.”
    Rachel feigned injury to her pride, pouting her lip out and dropping
her eyes. Bryce turned from her and rolled his eyes.