The Boss's Baby: The Boss's Baby, #1

By Cristina Grenier

A BWWM Billionaire Pregnacy Romance

Ever since Adrianna's heart was broken, she's contented herself with throwing all of her energy into building a career in hotel management, while spending free time reading from her vast library or going out with her girlfriends. But something is missing, and when her best friend suggests sex as the answer, it strikes a chord. But never did she intend to fulfill her desire with her boss, John Merritt. What starts as a fling boils over into something much hotter, and when emotions become a problem, Adrianna's not sure she wants to take things to the next level. 

Now in an uncertain relationship with her boss, Adrianna fears at the future she never had in mind for herself. Her friends see the positive change, and so does her mother, but Adrianna isn't sure she's ready to settle down and trust a man again, despite how excited John is to start a life with her. But his loyalty is tested when a work crisis causes him to turn on her and Adrianna wonders if there is there any hope of a reconciliation, or is she going to spend her life as alone as she'd once convinced herself she should?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Monster Media LLC
• Release date: Jan 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386450481

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The Boss’s Baby

Cristina Grenier

About The Author

Hello,

So this is the part where I’m supposed to talk about myself.  I write so many stories but I often I have a hard time telling my own.  Funny how that works.

My name is Cristina Grenier and I have been writing stories for as long as I could remember . I’m a sucker for romance.  I draw from past experiences and from others around me when I write.  I enjoy creating characters that everyone can relate to.

Besides writing, I also enjoy painting and figure drawing.  I’m a bit of a homebody, my ideal night consists of a chilled bottle of wine, some pasta and Netflix. I really hope you enjoy the stories I create.  

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Sincerely,

Cristina

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Chapter 1: New Opportunities

Ms. Meredith? The couple in Suite 1420 wants to speak to a manager. They said they didn’t get what they paid for. The maid wrung her hands and looked both worried and annoyed.

Adrianna Meredith understood. The biggest problem at one of the most prestigious hotels in New York City seemed to be not that it was an overall difficult, demanding job, but that guests here had such a superiority complex they themselves tended to be difficult and demanding. She smiled and raised an eyebrow. I’m sure they didn’t, Kate. What exactly do you think they didn’t get?

Kate tugged at her apron and screwed up her face. She was very young, maybe 19, if Adrianna remembered correctly, and a little shy. Well, ma’am, they didn’t specifically tell me, but I think I heard something about the champagne and concierge greeting pictured in the brochure.

That made Adrianna laugh out loud, and she came around her desk, her Gucci heels clicking on the hardwood floor of her office. Well, let me see if I can correct this little misunderstanding. Thank you, Kate. She touched the girl’s shoulder reassuringly as she stepped past her, the echoing click of the heels now lost in the general din of the lobby, as she headed for the elevator. The suites on the 14th floor were the bargain suites, the ones they typically listed at discounted prices on travel websites. Two kinds of people took those suites: those who were just giddy to be in such a ritzy hotel, and those who wanted every little detail perfect and felt a need to squeeze everything they could for their pennies.

It appeared these were the latter sort of people.

The hallway was covered in plush carpet, muting her footsteps, and she rapped quietly on the door to suite 1420, having checked the names of the guests with the front desk on her way up. The door flew open, and she stared at a man who was probably a good 6 ½ feet tall with rugged stubble on his chin, his hair long and curling down to his shoulders. Good afternoon, Mr. Herman. My name is Adrianna, and I’m the hotel manager. I apologize for being slightly delayed, but I wanted to welcome you and your wife to our establishment and assure you that our staff is here to serve you.

A tiny woman with bleach-blond hair and lots of eye makeup stepped around the man, and Adrianna assumed it was Mrs. Herman. She sneered as she looked Adrianna up and down, and Adrianna assumed the couple likely lived in a predominantly white neighborhood. When do we get our champagne?

Adrianna offered the sweetest, most accommodating smile she could muster, which typically went over beautifully with most of the guests at the hotel. She wasn’t sure about these two. I typically like to ask my VIP guests when they would like their champagne, as some want to celebrate upon arrival, while others like to order room service and make a romantic evening of their first night here with the champagne delivered on the house with their meal.

They exchanged looks, and Adrianna froze the smile on her face. She adored her job, and she would do nothing that could come back and bite her in the ass. That had been a bit more difficult lately, her mood a little darker than usual which made her easily irritable. Now, she stood calmly and pictured being at the salon, having someone run her fingers through her hair and braid in extensions. It was the most calming scenario she could think of.

Mrs. Herman scowled at her again. We were hoping to pop the cork as soon as we got in the room. Her frown suddenly broke into a smile. But the dinner idea is great. Darrell brought some extra cash and told me he’d treat me to something romantic. I’d love to order dinner.

Perfect. Adrianna smirked internally at the unhappy look on Mr. Herman’s face. The menu is on the desk. I’ll have champagne added. Enjoy yourselves. She strutted away from the door, back toward the elevators, and headed back to the ground floor. She found Rudolf, the kitchen manager, and told him, Suite 1420 is going to call down for a romantic dinner for two. We’re going to give them a bottle of champagne on the house. Her smile teased at the corners of her mouth. Send up a bottle of Korbel on ice.

Rudolf blinked at her. That’s the cheap stuff.

Trust me, no one’s going to know the difference, and we aren’t here to do favors. If they were paying for it, they could have the good stuff. This is a comp, and that means it needs to carry low overhead. She winked at him and walked away, suddenly glad to be back in her office. She dropped into her chair, checking her watch. It was earlier than she’d thought.

She felt restless and tired all at the same time and couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong with her. Adrianna counted her blessings most days. She had an incredible job – this was the top hotel in the City, and it was entirely her responsibility. It paid a lucrative salary, making the hard days worth every penny. She also had one of the most enviable apartments on the Upper East Side, a perk that came with her salary. Her wardrobe never lacked in style, and she was a lucky woman who had a great group of close friends she could trust.

But something was lacking. Something felt incomplete in her life. She couldn’t put her finger on it, and that only frustrated her even more. The worst part was that, if she called her mother, she knew what the woman would say. Adrianna loved her Mama, but her opinion always fell in the same direction. Tandy Meredith was old fashioned and would say, Honey, get yourself a man. Fall in love and get married, give me some grandchildren. You keep spending all your time working, you’re never gonna find the right one to take care of you, baby girl.

Adrianna was expressly disinterested in falling in love. After all, she’d done that once, and it had been miserable even before it turned into a nightmare. No, she was much better off married to her career. But the thought did trigger an idea that brightened her mood, and she knew exactly what she might need to feel whole.

Pure, erotic, unadulterated sex.

She didn’t enjoy sleeping around, and she hadn’t really dated anyone since Tyrese, who had ruined her romantic ideas about love and lifelong commitment. That meant Adrianna had been going through a pretty extreme dry spell, concentrating on work and nothing else. She wanted to advance in her career so badly that she’d completely forgotten about the baser needs of life.

What she needed to do was find a good man that wasn’t looking for anything emotional, someone she could just see every once in a while when she needed some physical attention who didn’t get on her nerves. Someone she was attracted to but didn’t have the slightest chance of falling for. That was the only thing missing in her life, as far as she could tell. The question was, where would she find something like that?

A knock at her door brought her back to the present, and she looked up to see John Merritt, the regional manager for several hotels within the chain in the Northeast, standing in the doorframe. His smile was easy and inviting, and it made him an easy man to work for. He’d never found any fault in the way Adrianna managed her hotel, and she appreciated his support.

She greeted all six-foot-two of him in his Versace pinstripe suit, noting his new Cole Haan shoes. He also had good taste in clothing, and that gave him additional points in her book. How are things going for you, Adrianna? There had been a time when they’d been more formal and used last names, but she’d been here, in this position, working for him for nearly three years now. That time had long passed.

Faring well, she told him. And how have your travels been? He’d been visiting the other hotels for which he was responsible over the past two weeks for audits.

He shrugged and came in, seating himself in the chair across from her, crossing his long legs in a relaxed stance. Let’s just say I’m glad to be home. My Boston hotel needs new blood. The manager’s old, and he just doesn’t care enough anymore to keep the prestige of the hotel in line. I had to work with the assistant manager to try to put things into motion for a trainee to come in so we can offer Trivello early retirement and the assistant can take the job. He winked at her with a smile. Unless you want it. I’m sure you could rejuvenate the place, make it a palace. You know you’re my best girl, right?

She’d heard that before, but Adrianna never got tired of it. Thank you, John. And I appreciate the offer. I’m sure the compensation would be hard to turn down. But that’s why I’m going to ask you not to make it an official offer. You know I can’t leave New York right now. I’m still in love with the city. Besides, Rosalinda is a wonderful assistant, but she’s not ready to take on the full responsibility yet.

John held his hands up in surrender. Fair enough. Listen, I’ll be in town for a few days before I have to head up to Toronto for a meeting with the owners. I’d like for you to join me when I get together with our marketing agents. I’m sure they would love feedback from the person who best knows the guests here, and I think you should have more of an idea of what they’re planning ahead of time.

It really gave creed to his faith in her to hear him say that, and her chest swelled with pride. That means a lot to me, John. Thank you, I would love to join you. He gave her the information and turned to leave as she programmed a reminder into the calendar on her phone. This was the beginning of the next step for her. She was certain John wanted her to meet the connections he had because he was preparing to move up and wanted her to take his job.

Smiling to herself, she sat back to think about the future, texting her friend, Terra, telling her to get the girls together to go out tonight for a mini-celebration. If she got this promotion, she’d be set for life. She’d get to travel, have a hefty savings account, and make Mama proud. And who knew? Maybe travelling would lead her to the man who could fill that role for her, be the one who she could visit now and again to satisfy the inner itch of her sexual appetite.Chapter One: New Opportunities

Ms. Meredith? The couple in Suite 1420 wants to speak to a manager. They said they didn’t get what they paid for. The maid wrung her hands and looked both worried and annoyed.

Adrianna Meredith understood. The biggest problem at one of the most prestigious hotels in New York City seemed to be not that it was an overall difficult, demanding job, but that guests here had such a superiority complex they themselves tended to be difficult and demanding. She smiled and raised an eyebrow. I’m sure they didn’t, Kate. What exactly do you think they didn’t get?

Kate tugged at her apron and screwed up her face. She was very young, maybe 19, if Adrianna remembered correctly, and a little shy. Well, ma’am, they didn’t specifically tell me, but I think I heard something about the champagne and concierge greeting pictured in the brochure.

That made Adrianna laugh out loud, and she came around her desk, her Gucci heels clicking on the hardwood floor of her office. Well, let me see if I can correct this little misunderstanding. Thank you, Kate. She touched the girl’s shoulder reassuringly as she stepped past her, the echoing click of the heels now lost in the general din of the lobby, as she headed for the elevator. The suites on the 14th floor were the bargain suites, the ones they typically listed at discounted prices on travel websites. Two kinds of people took those suites: those who were just giddy to be in such a ritzy hotel, and those who wanted every little detail perfect and felt a need to squeeze everything they could for their pennies.

It appeared these were the latter sort of people.

The hallway was covered in plush carpet, muting her footsteps, and she rapped quietly on the door to suite 1420, having checked the names of the guests with the front desk on her way up. The door flew open, and she stared at a man who was probably a good 6 ½ feet tall with rugged stubble on his chin, his hair long and curling down to his shoulders. Good afternoon, Mr. Herman. My name is Adrianna, and I’m the hotel manager. I apologize for being slightly delayed, but I wanted to welcome you and your wife to our establishment and assure you that our staff is here to serve you.

A tiny woman with bleach-blond hair and lots of eye makeup stepped around the man, and Adrianna assumed it was Mrs. Herman. She sneered as she looked Adrianna up and down, and Adrianna assumed the couple likely lived in a predominantly white neighborhood. When do we get our champagne?

Adrianna offered the sweetest, most accommodating smile she could muster, which typically went over beautifully with most of the guests at the hotel. She wasn’t sure about these two. I typically like to ask my VIP guests when they would like their champagne, as some want to celebrate upon arrival, while others like to order room service and make a romantic evening of their first night here with the champagne delivered on the house with their meal.

They exchanged looks, and Adrianna froze the smile on her face. She adored her job, and she would do nothing that could come back and bite her in the ass. That had been a bit more difficult lately, her mood a little darker than usual which made her easily irritable. Now, she stood calmly and pictured being at the salon, having someone run her fingers through her hair and braid in extensions. It was the most calming scenario she could think of.

Mrs. Herman scowled at her again. We were hoping to pop the cork as soon as we got in the room. Her frown suddenly broke into a smile. But the dinner idea is great. Darrell brought some extra cash and told me he’d treat me to something romantic. I’d love to order dinner.

Perfect. Adrianna smirked internally at the unhappy look on Mr. Herman’s face. The menu is on the desk. I’ll have champagne added. Enjoy yourselves. She strutted away from the door, back toward the elevators, and headed back to the ground floor. She found Rudolf, the kitchen manager, and told him, "Suite 1420 is going to