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The Tycoon’s Paternity Agenda
Michelle Celmer
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High-Society Seduction
Maxine Sullivan
To my dad
The Tycoon’s Paternity Agenda
Michelle Celmer
“If this is unsuccessful, are you still willing to try again?”
“Of course! I’m in this for the long haul.” She yawned deeply, her eyes overflowing with tears. “Well, goodness, all of a sudden I feel exhausted.”
She must have slept as poorly as he had last night. Plus she’d had that long drive this morning. “Why don’t you close your eyes and rest.”
“Maybe just for a minute,” she said, her eyes slipping closed. Within minutes her breathing became slow and deep and her lips parted slightly. He sat there looking at her and had the strangest urge to touch her face. To run his finger across her full bottom lip …
He shook away the thought. He hoped this was a one-shot deal. He hoped the test came up positive, not only because he wanted a child, but because he wanted to get the emotionally taxing part of the process out of the way. This entire experience was doing strange things to his head.
Dear Reader,
Welcome to book one of my BLACK GOLD BILLIONAIRES series!
I’ve probably said this before, and at the risk of repeating myself, I just love writing billionaire heroes. But not for the reason you may think. Yes, they’re sexy and charming and, yes, they have unlimited resources, but it’s more than that. I love that when you peel back the layers, and break down the defenses, they’re really just regular guys. They want what everyone wants. Love, acceptance … even if they’re too tough or too stubborn to admit it!
That’s never been truer than with Adam Blair. He’s got it all figured out. He thinks having a child will complete him, fill the hole in his life that has been there since he lost first his mother, then his wife to cancer. What he never counted on was his ex sister-in-law, Katy Huntly, coming into his life. Not only do opposites attract, they practically combust! But how could two people with practically nothing in common, who want totally different things from life, expect to make a relationship work?
I guess you’ll just have to read the book to find out …
Best,
Michelle
About the Author
Bestselling author MICHELLE CELMER lives in southeastern Michigan with her husband, their three children, two dogs and two cats. When she’s not writing or busy being a mom, you can find her in the garden or curled up with a romance novel. And if you twist her arm really hard you can usually persuade her into a day of power shopping.
Michelle loves to hear from readers. Visit her website, www.michellecelmer.com, or write her at PO Box 300, Clawson, MI 48017, USA.
One
There was no doubt about it, the man was insufferable.
Yet here she was sitting in her pickup truck in the visitors’ lot of the Western Oil headquarters building in El Paso, the ruthless, Texas-afternoon sun scorching her face through the windshield.
Katherine Huntley hadn’t seen her brother-in-law, Adam Blair, CEO of Western Oil, since her sister’s funeral three years ago. His call asking to meet her had come as something of a surprise. It was no shock, however, that he’d had the gall to say he was too busy to meet on her own turf in Peckins, two hours north, and asked her to come to him. But he was the billionaire oil tycoon and she was a lowly cattle rancher, and she was guessing that he was used to people doing things his way.
But that’s not why she agreed to come. She was long past overdue for a trip to the warehouse store for supplies anyway, and it gave her the chance to visit the cemetery. Something she did far too infrequently these days. But seeing Rebecca’s grave this morning, being reminded once again that Katy had gone from baby sister to only child, brought back the familiar grief. It simply wasn’t fair that Becca, who’d had so much to live for, had been taken so young. That her parents had to know the excruciating pain of losing a child.
Katy glanced at the clock on the dash and realized she was about to be late, and since she prided herself on always being punctual, she shoved open her door and stepped out into the blistering heat. It was so hot the soles of her boots stuck to the blacktop. She swiftly crossed the lot to the front entrance, and the rush of icy air as she pushed through the double glass doors into the lobby actually made her shiver.
Considering the suspicious looks the security guards gave her as she walked through the metal detector, they must not have gotten many women dressed in jeans and work shirts visiting. And, of course, because she was wearing her steel-toe boots, the alarm began to wail.
“Empty your pockets, please,” one of them told her.
She was about to explain that her pockets were already empty, when a deep voice ordered, “Let her through.”
She looked up to find her brother-in-law waiting just past the security stand, and her heart took a quick dive downward.
Ex-brother-in-law.
Without question the security guards ushered her past, and Adam stepped forward to greet her.
“It’s good to see you again, Katy.”
“You, too.” She wondered if she should hug him, but figured this situation was awkward enough without the bur den of unnecessary physical contact, and settled for a handshake instead. But as his hand folded around her own, she wondered if he noticed the calluses and rough skin, not to mention the short, unpainted fingernails. She was sure he was used to women like Rebecca, who spent hours in the salon getting pedicures and manicures, and all the other beauty treatments she neither had time nor the inclination for.
Not that it made a difference what he thought of her nails. But when he released her hand, she stuck them both in her jeans pockets.
In contrast, Adam looked every bit the billionaire CEO that he was. She had nearly forgotten how big he was. Not only did he look as though he spent a lot of time in the weight room, he was above average in height. At five feet nine inches, few men towered over her, but Adam was at least six-four.
He wore his dark hair in the same closely cropped style, although she could see strands of gray peppering his temples now. Of course, as was the case with men like him, it only made him look more distinguished. There were also worry lines at the corners of his eyes and across his forehead that hadn’t been there before. Probably from the stress of dealing with Rebecca’s illness.
Despite that, he looked good for a man of forty.
Katy was only seventeen when her sister married Adam ten years ago, and though she had never admitted it to a soul, she’d had a mild adolescent crush on her gorgeous new brother-in-law. But neither she nor her parents would have guessed that the charming, handsome man intended to steal Rebecca away from them.
“How was your trip down?” he asked.
She shrugged. “The same as it always is.”
She waited for him to explain what she was doing there, or at the very least thank her for making the long drive to see him. Instead he gestured to the shop across the lobby. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
“Sure. Why not?”
Other than the shop employees, everyone seated inside wore business attire, and most had their nose buried in a laptop computer, or a cell phone stuck to their ear. But when Adam entered, everyone stopped what they were doing to nod, or greet him.
Good Lord. When the man entered a room, he owned it. But he was the boss, and it was obvious people respected him. Or feared him.
She followed him to the counter and he spouted some long, complicated-sounding drink to the clerk, then turned to Katy and asked, “What would you like?”
“Plain old black coffee,” she told the clerk. She didn’t care for the frou-frou blends and flavors that had become so popular lately. Her tastes were as simple as her lifestyle.
With drinks in hand, he led her to a table at the back of the shop. She had just assumed they would go up to his office, but this was okay, too. A little less formal and intimidating. Not that she had a reason to feel intimidated. She didn’t know why she was here, so she wasn’t really sure what she should be feeling at this point.
When they were seated, Adam asked, “How are your parents? And how are things at the ranch? I trust business is good.”
“We’re good. I don’t know if you heard, but we went totally organic about two years ago.”
“That’s great. It’s the way of the future.”
She sipped her coffee. It was hot and strong, just the way she liked it. “But I’m sure you didn’t ask me here to talk about cattle.”
“No,” he agreed. “There’s something I need to discuss with you. Something … personal.”
She couldn’t imagine what personal matter he might have to discuss with her as anything they might have had in common had been buried along with her sister. But she shrugged and said, “Okay.”
“I’m not sure if Becca mentioned it, but before she was diagnosed, we had been having fertility issues. Our doctor suggested in vitro, and Becca was going through the hormone therapy to have her eggs extracted when they discovered the cancer.”
“She told me.” And Katy knew that her sister had felt like a failure for being unable to conceive. She had been terrified of disappointing Adam. Her entire life seemed to revolve around pleasing him. In fact, Becca spent so much time and energy being the perfect high-society wife that she’d had little time left for her family. Adam’s schedule had been so busy, they hadn’t even come for Christmas the year before she got sick.
If it had been Katy, she would have put her foot down and insisted she see her family. Even if it meant spending the holidays apart from her spouse. Of course, she never would have married a man like Adam in the first place. She could never be with anyone so demanding and self-centered. And especially someone who didn’t share her love for the ranch. But according to her parents, practically from the instant Becca left the womb, she had been gunning to move to the city, to live a more sophisticated lifestyle.
Sometimes Katy swore Becca was a doorstep baby.
“She was so sure she would beat it,” Adam continued. “We went ahead with our plans, thinking we could hire a surrogate to carry the baby. But, of course, we never got the chance.”
“She told me that, too,” Katy said, pushing down the bitterness that wanted to bubble to the surface. Harvesting the eggs had meant holding off on treating the cancer, which just might have been the thing that killed her. Katy had begged Becca to forget the eggs and go forward with the treatment. They could always adopt later on, but Becca knew how much Adam wanted a child—his own flesh and blood—and as always, she would have done anything to make him happy.
It would have been easy to blame Adam for her death, but ultimately, it had been Becca’s choice. One she had paid dearly for.
“I’m not sure what any of this has to do with me,” Katy said.
“I thought you should know that I’ve decided to use the frozen embryos and hire a surrogate to carry the baby.”
He said it so bluntly, so matter-of-factly, it took several seconds for the meaning of his words to sink in.
Baby? Was he saying that he was going to hire some stranger to have her sister’s child?
Katy was beyond stunned … and utterly speechless. Of all the possible reasons for Adam asking her here, that particular one had never crossed her mind. How could he even consider doing this to her family?
She realized her jaw had fallen and closed her mouth so forcefully her teeth snapped together. Adam was watching her, waiting for her to say something.
Finally she managed, “I … I’m not sure what to say.”
“So we’re clear, I’m not asking for your permission. Or your approval. Out of courtesy—since it’s Rebecca’s child, too—I felt I should tell you what I plan to do.”
He wasn’t the kind of man to do things as a “courtesy.” He did nothing unless it benefited him. She was guessing that he’d consulted a lawyer, and his lawyer had advised him to contact Becca’s family.
“I also thought you could give me some advice on the best way to break the news to your parents,” Adam added, and Katy was too dumbfounded to speak. As if losing their daughter wasn’t heartbreaking enough, now they would have to live with the knowledge that they had a grandchild out there with a father who was too busy to even give them the time of day? How could he even think about doing this to them? And then to ask her help? Was he really so arrogant? So self-absorbed?
“My advice to you would be don’t do it,” she told him.
He looked confused. “Don’t tell them?”
“Don’t use the embryos.” She was so angry, her voice was actually shaking. “Haven’t my parents been through enough? I can’t believe you could be selfish enough to even consider putting them through this.”
“I would be giving them a grandchild. A part of their daughter would live on. I’d think that would please them.”
“A grandchild they would never see? You really think that’s going to make them happy?”
“Why would you assume they wouldn’t see the baby?”
Was he kidding? “I can count on one hand how many times you and Becca came to visit the last three years of your marriage. My parents were always making the effort, and in most instances you were too busy to make the time for them.” She became aware, by the curious stares they were getting, that the volume of her voice had risen to a near-hysterical level. She took a deep breath, forced herself to lower it. “Why not get remarried and have a baby with your new wife? You’re a rich, handsome guy. I’m sure women would line up to marry you. Or you could adopt. Just leave my family out of this.”
Adam’s voice remained calm and even. “As I said, I’m not asking your permission. This meeting was simply a courtesy.”
“Bull,” she hissed under her breath.
Adam’s brow rose. “Excuse me?”
“I’m not some simple, stupid country girl, Adam. So please, don’t insult my intelligence by treating me like an uneducated hick. I’m here because your lawyer probably warned you that my parents could fight this, and you want to avoid any legal entanglements.”
His expression darkened, and she knew she’d hit a nerve. “Your family has no legal rights over the embryos.”
“Maybe not, but if we decided to fight you, it could drag on for years, couldn’t it?”
His brow dipped low over his eyes, and he leaned forward slightly. “You don’t have the financial means to take me on in court.”
Not one to be intimidated, she met his challenge and leaned toward him. “I don’t doubt there’s some bleeding-heart attorney out there who would just love to take on a case like this pro bono.”
He didn’t even flinch. Did he know she was bluffing? Not only did she know of no attorney like that, she didn’t think her parents would ever try to fight Adam. They would be miserably unhappy, but like Becca’s defection from the family fold, they would accept it. And learn to live with it. They didn’t like to make waves, to cause problems, which is why they allowed Becca to drift so far from the family in the first place. Had it been up to Katy, things would have been different.
Adam’s expression softened and he said in a calm and rational voice, “I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves.”
“What do you even know about being a parent?” she snapped. “When would you find the time? Have you even considered what you’re getting yourself into? Diaper changes and midnight feedings. Or will you hire someone to raise the baby for you? Leave all the dirty work to them?”
“You don’t know anything about me,” he said.
“Sad, considering you were married to my sister for seven years.”
He took a deep breath and blew it out. “I think we got off on the wrong foot here.”
Actually, what she had done was reverse the balance of power so that now she had the upper hand. It was the only way to deal with men like him. A trick Becca had obviously never learned.
“Trust me when I say, I have given this considerable thought, and I feel it’s something I need to do. And I assure you that both you and your parents will see the baby. My parents are both dead, so you’ll be the only other family the child has. I would never deny him that.”
“And I’m just supposed to believe you?”
“At this point, you really don’t have much choice. Because we both know that the chances of finding a lawyer who will represent you for free are slim to none. I’ve been in business a long time. I recognize a bluff when I see it.”
She bit her lip. So much for having the upper hand.
“I’m not doing this to hurt anyone, Katy. I just want a child.”
But why did it have to be Becca’s child? “We may not be as rich as you, but we can still fight it.”
“And you would lose.”
Yes, she would. But she could put up one hell of a fight. And put her parents through hell in the process. Not to mention decimate them all financially.
The sad fact was she had no choice but to accept this. She was going to have to take him on his word that they would see the baby. What other recourse did she have?
“Can I ask who the surrogate will be?”
He was gracious enough not to gloat at her obvious surrender. “I’m not sure yet. My attorney is looking at possible candidates.”
She frowned. “How will you know they’re trust worthy?”
“They’ll go through a rigorous interview process and background check. If they’ve ever been arrested, or used illegal substances, we’ll know about it.”
But there was no way to know everything. Katy watched the national news and knew situations like this had a way of going horribly awry. What if the woman smoked, or did drugs while she was pregnant? Or took some other physical risk that might harm the baby? Or what if she decided she didn’t want to give the baby up? Would it matter that it was Rebecca’s egg?
Or even worse, she could just disappear with Rebecca’s child, never to be seen again. For Katy’s parents—and probably Adam, too—it would be like losing Rebecca all over again.
“What if you think the woman is trustworthy, but you’re wrong?” she asked him, growing more uneasy by the second.
“We won’t be,” Adam assured her, but that wasn’t good enough.
She took a swallow of her coffee, burning her tongue. If she let him do this, she could look forward to nine months of being on edge, worrying about her niece or nephew’s safety.
There was only one person she trusted enough to carry her sister’s baby. It was completely crazy, but she knew it was the only way. The only good way. And she would do whatever necessary to convince him.
“I know the perfect person to be the surrogate,” she told Adam.
“Who?”
“Me.”
Two
Adam had imagined several possible scenarios of what Katy’s reaction would be when he told her his plans. He thought she might be excited. Grateful even that a part of Rebecca would live on in the baby. He had also considered her being upset, or even indignant, which proved to be much closer to the truth.
But not a single one of those scenarios included her offering to carry the baby herself. And as far as he was concerned, that wasn’t an option.
Admittedly he had approached Katy first because he figured she would be easily manipulated, but sweet little Katy had an edge now. She was a lot tougher than she used to be. And she was right about his lawyer’s advice. If there were a legal battle over the issue of the embryos, he would win. But it could drag on for years. He didn’t want to wait that long. He was ready now. And though allowing her to be the surrogate would significantly ease any opposition from her family, he could see an entire new series of problems arise as a result.
“I can’t ask you to do that,” he told her.
“You didn’t ask. I offered.”
“I’m not sure if you fully understand the sacrifice it will be. Physically and emotionally.”
“I have friends who have gone through pregnancies, so I know exactly what to expect.”
“I imagine that knowing a pregnant person and being one are two very different things.”
“I want to do it, Adam.”
He could see that, but the idea had trouble written all over it. In every language.
He tried a different angle. “How will your … ‘significant other’ feel about this?”
“That won’t be an issue. I see Willy Jenkins occasionally, but he isn’t what I would call significant. We’re more like … friends with benefits, if you know what I mean.”
He did, and for some ridiculous reason he wanted to string this Jenkins guy up by his toes. To him she would always be Rebecca’s baby sister. Little Katy.
But Katy was a grown woman. Twenty-seven or -eight, if memory served. It was none of his business who she was friends with.
Or why.
“The process could take a year,” he told her. “Longer if it takes more than one try. What if you meet someone?”
“Who the heck am I going to meet? Peckins has a population of eight hundred. Most of the men in town I’ve known since kindergarten. If I was going to fall madly in love with one of them, I’d have done it by now.”
He tried a different angle. “Have you thought of the physical toll it could take on your body?”
“Look who you’re talking to,” she said, gesturing to her casual clothing, the ash-blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. “I’m not like Rebecca. I don’t obsess about my weight, or worry about things like stretch marks. And you won’t find anyone more responsible. I don’t smoke or take drugs, not even over-the-counter pain relievers. I have an occasional beer, but beyond that I don’t drink, so giving it up isn’t a problem. Not to mention that I’m healthy as horse. And my doctor never fails to point out at my annual physical that I have a body built for childbearing.”
She certainly did. She had the figure of a fifties pinup model. A time when women looked like women, not pre-pubescent boys. In his opinion Rebecca had always been too obsessed with her weight and her looks, as though she thought he would love her less if she didn’t look perfect 100 percent of the time. Even during chemo she never failed to drag herself out of bed to put on makeup. And when she could no longer get out of bed, she had the nurse do it for her.
The familiar stab of pain he felt when he thought of her that way pierced the shell around his heart from the inside out.
Katy surprised him by reaching across the table and taking his hand. What surprised him even more was the tingling sensation that started in his fingers and worked its way up his arm. Her hands were a little rough from working on the ranch, but her skin was warm. Her nails were bare, but clean and neatly trimmed. Everything about her was very … natural.
Which was more than he could say for this situation, and the odd, longing sensation deep in his gut.
“Adam, you know as well as I do that despite all the background checks you can do, there’s no one you could trust as much as me.”
He hated to admit it—she was right. Despite their very complicated past and feelings of resentment over Becca, Katy would never do anything to put her sister’s child in harm’s way. But she could use the opportunity to try to manipulate him, and he never put himself in a position to lose the upper hand. Not professionally, and especially not personally.
Not anymore.
But this was the welfare of his child they were discussing. Wasn’t it his obligation as a father to put his child first, to make its health and well-being his number-one priority?
Katy squeezed his hand so tight he started to lose sensation in his fingers, and they were beginning to get curious glances from his employees.
He gently extracted his hand from hers. “Look, Katy—”
“Please, Adam. Please let me do this.” She paused, her eyes pleading, then said, “You know it’s what Becca would have wanted.”
Ouch. That was a low blow, and she knew how to hit where it really stung. The worst part was that she was right. Didn’t he owe it to Becca to let Katy do this for them? For the baby? Wasn’t he partially to blame for Becca losing touch with her family in the first place?
“Though it’s against my better judgment, and I would like to run it past my attorney before I give you a definitive answer … I’m inclined to say yes.”
Her expression was a combination of relief and gratitude. “Thank you, Adam. I promise, you won’t regret this.”
Impossible, since he regretted it already.
Katy left soon after, and Adam headed back up to his office, feeling conflicted.
On one hand he could see the benefits of choosing Katy as a surrogate. In theory, it was an ideal arrangement. But he knew from experience that things did not always go as planned, and what may seem “ideal” one day could swiftly be come a disaster the next.
Before he made any decisions, he would speak with his attorney.
His assistant, Bren, stopped him as he walked past her desk to his office. “Senator Lyons called while you were gone. He said he’ll be out of the office the rest of the day but he’ll call you back tomorrow.”
“Did he say what he wanted?”
“My guess would be a campaign contribution. Isn’t he up for reelection?”
“You’re probably right.”
“Also, Mr. Suarez needs to see you when you have a minute.”
“Call down to his office and tell him now would be good,” he told her. It was doubtful he would be able to concentrate on work anyway. Too much on his mind.
He stepped into his office, stopped at the wet bar to pour himself a scotch, then sat behind his desk and booted his computer.
“Hey, boss.”
He looked up to find Emilio Suarez, Western Oil CFO, standing in his open doorway.
Western Oil was in dire financial straits when Adam inherited it from his father, and Emilio’s financial genius had brought it back from the brink of ruin. Though he was from a Puerto Rican family of modest means, through grants and scholarships Emilio had graduated college at the top of his class, which was what had caught Adam’s attention when he was looking for a management team. Emilio had become an irreplaceable employee—not to mention a good friend—and worth every penny of his ridiculously exorbitant salary.
Adam gestured him inside. “You wanted to talk to me?”
He came in, shutting the door behind him, and stopped to pour himself a drink. “I got an interesting call from my brother today.”
“The federal prosecutor, the one in Europe or the other brother?”
The “other” brother was the family black sheep. A drifter who only called when he needed something. Money usually. For bail, or to pay off loan sharks.
“The prosecutor,” he said, taking a seat opposite Adam’s desk. “And if anyone asks, you did not hear this from me.”
“Of course.”
“You know Leonard Betts?”
“By reputation only.” He was a financial wizard and according to Forbes, the richest man in Texas. It had been said that everything he touched turned to gold.
“You ever invest with him?” Emilio asked.
He shook his head. “He always seemed a little too successful, if you know what I mean. Either he’s extremely lucky—and luck can run out—or he’s shady.”
“You’ve got good instincts. According to Alejandro, he’s been under investigation by the SEC, and it’s looking like he and his wife will be arrested and charged for a Ponzi scheme.”
Adam shook his head in disbelief. “His wife, too?”
“And her parents. Or at least, her mother. Her father died a few years ago.”
“So it was a family business.”
“I guess. I just thought I should warn you that, although it’s unlikely, there’s the slightest possibility that when the media gets wind of this, my name may come up.”
Adam sat straighter in his seat. “You’ve invested with him?”
“No! No, my market is real estate. This is more of personal connection.”
Adam frowned, not sure he was liking what he was hearing. It would be in the company’s best interest to stay as far removed as possible from this scandal. “How personal?”
“In college, I was engaged to Isabelle Winthrop. Betts’s wife.”
Adam’s jaw nearly fell. Emilio had never mentioned knowing her, much less being engaged to her. Or anyone for that matter. He was so fiercely against the entire institution of marriage, Adam wouldn’t have guessed that he would have been planning a trip to the altar with any woman. “I had no idea.”
“She dumped me for Betts two weeks before we planned to elope.”
“Damn. I’m really sorry, Emilio.”
Emilio shrugged. “Honestly, she did me a favor. We were young and stupid. We would have been divorced in a year.”
Something in his eyes told Adam he was making light of an otherwise painful situation. But he didn’t push the issue. If Emilio wanted to talk about it, he knew Adam was there for him.
“There’s no doubt she was a gold digger, but I’ll be honest, I never imagined her capable of helping Leonard bilk his clients out of millions of dollars.”
“Well, if your name does come up, we’ll use Cassandra.”
Cassandra Benson was Western Oil’s public relations director. For her, media spin was an art form. If properly motivated, she could make climate change sound environmentally beneficial.
“So,” Emilio said, leaning back in his chair and taking a swallow of his drink. “What’s this I hear about you and a mystery woman?”
“Wow, good news travels fast.” He should have taken Katy up to his office. It was just that the coffee shop seemed more … neutral. He should have known better and met her somewhere off campus and far from the building. Like California.
“The CEO can’t sit in the company coffee shop holding hands with a woman no one has seen before, and expect it to go unnoticed.”
“Well, she’s not a mystery woman. She’s my sister-in-law. And we weren’t holding hands. We were talking.”
