The Tycoon's Triplet Baby Surprise (Book Two): The Tycoon's Triplet Baby Surprise, #2

By Holly Rayner

Sean Lawson didn't think he had time for a baby. Does he have time for three?

It all starts with a stray cufflink, dropped by the irresistibly handsome tech billionaire Sean Lawson, and held in safekeeping by talented attorney Charlotte Waters.

Now, with Sean under legal attack from an old rival, Charlotte finds the perfect opportunity to return the cufflink to him: by pulling some strings and inserting herself onto his legal team.

Sparks fly as the gorgeous billionaire and his newly appointed attorney get reacquainted. Briefly abandoning herself to the desire she's felt for ten years, Charlotte finds herself falling hard for her boss—and compromising her professional ethics in the process.

As the legal case picks up steam, Charlotte receives some shocking news: she's pregnant, with not one, not two, but three of Sean Lawson's babies! With the court case in jeopardy, and their fledgling romance on the line, can they overcome the forces that seek to drive them apart, and become the united, loving parents they never expected to be?

This is the second book in the Tycoon's Triplet Baby Surprise series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Holly Rayner Romance
• Release date: Mar 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201638979

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

It was a Friday, a day that generally stretched on forever, causing Charlotte to lose herself in all the work she needed to finish before she was free for the weekend. But because she’d seen Sean Lawson that morning, because he’d told her his straight-from-the-heart confessions, she felt as if she could live in that headspace forever. She hunched over her desk, hardly noticing as Katrina, Lyle and the interns all left the office in hurried strides, eager to enjoy their Friday nights.

And then, suddenly, it was seven o’clock. Charlotte stretched her hands high over her head, feeling her back pop. Chelsea had called off their plans to go out for the evening due to a sudden headache, and while she was sad that she wouldn’t get to catch up with her friend, Charlotte was secretly looking forward to heading home, taking a relaxing bath, and getting into her pajamas. She closed her computer and swept her papers into her briefcase, allowing her brain some much-needed rest after a day of whirring, ravenous thoughts and innovative ideas.

Charlotte switched off her office light and walked into the empty, unusually quiet hallway. A janitor stood vacuuming over by Lyle’s door, and she gave the man a small, friendly wave before heading into the elevator.

She contemplated what she might do that evening. She considered watching a documentary she’d long been meaning to catch, but as her stomach growled with hunger, she knew she’d end up ordering Thai food and watching a chick flick. She thought she deserved some pampering after the chaotic, tumultuous week she’d had.

The elevator halted at the first floor, and Charlotte took her time walking toward the front, gazing through the glass doors, admiring the scene before her. Beautiful Seattleites meandered through the downtown streets; some dressed up to go clubbing, while hipsters headed to local breweries, ready for a good beer and burger.

She loved the dichotomy of the city. It was much more her style than anywhere on the East Coast. For a moment, she felt a tinge of pain at the thought of her father, all the way across the country, celebrating his birthday without her. But if life had taught her anything, it was that she was meant to follow her heart, and she knew this would make him proud and happy.

She opened the door of the office building and was surprised to find a long, red carpet stretched out before the entrance, leading straight toward a limousine which was parked against the curb.

Her mouth opened in shock. Charlotte’s heart began its reckless beating again, as she understood the conversation she’d had with Sean earlier that day hadn’t been lost to his other commitments. No, it had stuck with him. And now, he was making grand gestures. He was pursuing her.

She stepped onto the carpet, smiling widely. She righted her posture, suddenly self-conscious. All thoughts of pajamas, takeout, and chick flicks immediately rushed from her mind.

And of course, beyond anything, she felt a thrill about doing something she knew was completely out of bounds. She wasn’t meant to be fraternizing with a client—she could be taken off the case, and her career could be over, more or less, if word got around.

These thoughts forced her head down. She stared at her shoes as she walked toward the limo, forcing herself to calm down. She had to tell Sean this couldn’t happen. She had to tell him to take the limousine back to his mansion—or wherever it was that he lived. They didn’t have to speak about this again. They didn’t have to talk about the cufflink or what they might feel for each other. Rather, they could continue on as friends and colleagues. And that would be the end of it.

Just before leaping into the car, Charlotte turned her head left, then right, ensuring that not a single colleague was there to see her. Even getting into the limousine was reckless, she knew. She gave a final, longing look toward her bicycle, which seemed to beg: Don’t go. You don’t know what you’re doing.

But she pulled open the door and nestled into the back of the limousine, directly next to Sean. The moment she saw that grin, his five o’clock shadow, and his dark, beautiful eyes, she lost all hope of listening to her educated, rational self. Rather, she leaned her head back, flashing her own,