Not My Baby by Fallyn Briggs Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Not
My Baby
Babies
For Billionaires Book 2
by
Fallyn Briggs
Genre:
Sweet Romance
Some
women are hired for their looks… Sydney Campbell wasn’t one of
them.
Unbeknownst
to her, Sydney Campbell is hired because CEO Grayson Carter believes
she has no chance of turning his incorrigible son’s head. Aiden
Carter is young, handsome, and set to inherit his father’s
billion-dollar company. He also has a habit of dating his assistants.
But
Sydney has as much time for rumors, taunts, and bad reputations as
she does for relationships, love, and babies.
As
in none.
She
has her own demons to battle, a father who relies on her, and a plan
that says working for Aiden Carter is just a stepping stone in her
climb to the top of the marketing ladder.
She
will not date Aiden. She will not fall in love with him. And she will
most certainly not have children with him… right?
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“You’ll
be working one floor below on the nineteenth,” Mr. Carter said as
he escorted
her to the elevator. “That floor is for our online marketing
division.” He
pushed the button. “Go down there and ask for Nora. She’ll give
you the full
tour and walk you through the papers you need to sign.” “Right.”
She nodded along. “Thank you again for this opportunity.” The
elevator dinged, and she stepped inside. “It
will be a pleasure to work with you, Miss Campbell,” he said. “Also make
sure you speak to Aiden Carter before you leave. You’ll be
reporting to him.” “Carter?”
Sydney repeated. “Yes,”
he said as the doors closed on his smiling face. “My son.” Sydney
took the short ride down to the nineteenth floor and stepped out into a
space that was the complete opposite of the one above. Fast-talking,
slick-suit-wearing people were milling about, working at desks, or
carting around posters and vision boards. The room she was standing
in was clearly
for the day-to-day workings. There were rows of teak desks with uncomfortable
swivel chairs, and they were all penned in by conference rooms and
bathrooms and a breakroom. Sydney
picked one of the desk people at random and marched up to them. She
tapped him on the shoulder, and the man spun around in his chair to
look up at
her. “What?”
he said bluntly, a sneer on his handsome face. Sydney
frowned at his tone. “I’m looking for Nora.” He
jerked his thumb at the person to his right. “Then you should be
over there
bothering her, shouldn’t you?” He
spun back around, dismissing her, and she stomped over to Nora’s
desk. “Hi,
are you Nora?” “That’s
me.” Nora rose from her seat and extended her hand. “You must be
Sydney.” Sydney
struggled to keep her eyes from falling out of her head. Nora was
stunning.
Like just-wandered-out-of-a-fashion-shoot, songs-written-about-her, can’t-stare-for-too-long-or-your-head-will-explode
stunning. Her
oval face boasted angular cheekbones, a rosebud mouth, and a pointed nose
all underneath a mass of luminous brown curls. Nora tossed her hair
and gave
her a smile that reached all the way up to her whiskey-colored cat
eyes. Sydney
grasped her hand and gave it a firm shake. “Nice to meet you. Mr. Carter
said you would give me a tour and tell me what papers to sign?” “Well
if that’s what the boss says then grab a seat and I’ll be right
back with
the
employment contracts,” she said cheerfully. She
stepped out from behind her desk and strolled off. She soon came back with
stacks of papers that she plopped down in front of Sydney. Sydney
took her time reading through everything. She paid special attention
to
the salary and benefits package, but it was all there written in ink
like Mr. Carter
said.
When
she was done, she handed the papers back to Nora. “Perfect.
Now follow me, and I’ll give you the grand tour.” She set off
down the
hall, walking briskly, and Sydney hurried to keep up. “So
there is the breakroom and the bathroom, but everyone uses that, so I
would
suggest the one on the other side of the building. The copy room is
down
the
hall right next to the supply closet, and you’re welcome to use any
one of the
conference
rooms to get work done as long as they’re free.” Nora’s
mouth was running a mile a minute as she took Sydney in and out of almost
every room on the floor. Her head was spinning when they finally
arrived back
at her desk. “So
do you have any questions?”
“Yes,”
she said. “Where is my desk?” She
chuckled. “In Mr. Carter’s office, of course. That’s the room
at the end of
that hallway.” Sydney
followed her finger and saw she was pointing at the one hallway she didn’t
take her down. “And
where is Mr. Carter?” Sydney asked, looking around. “He
is getting ready for a very important meeting.” Nora lowered her
voice like
she was sharing gossip instead of just the day’s schedule. “The
Carter
Group’s
in the running to handle the entire marketing campaign for Elevate.” Sydney’s
eyes bugged out. “You mean that new tech company that’s going to debut
the first smart house? That’s huge.” “Yep,”
she nodded. “The account is worth millions, and Mr. Carter Senior wants
it bad. As a result, we’re all a little on edge today.” “Absolutely,”
she breathed, “landing an account like that would make your career.” Maybe
even get you that job as marketing director. “I
should go meet Mr. Carter,” Sydney said quickly, “and start
prepping for the
meeting. Can you tell me again where the other bathroom is?” “It’s
down that hallway and around the corner on your left. Past the supply closet.
You better hurry though. The meeting starts in fifteen minutes.” Sydney
didn’t waste any more time talking. She spun on her heels and hurried
down the hall to the bathroom. She needed to get in on this meeting
and start
showing the higher-ups what she could do. That
thought made her pick up the pace. She would impress the Elevate people
and wow them with her ideas. Sydney
turned the corner, a smile on her face, and — Wham! Sydney
crashed into a hard wall of human flesh and was showered in freezing
cold liquid. Her victim gave a shout and went flying back. They instinctively
grabbed her, and she winced when a loud ripping sound signaled the
destruction of her brand-new blazer. Sydney
cursed. “For the love of—” She
looked up and the obscenities she was planning to say died on her tongue.
Flecked chestnut eyes blinked down at her over an aquiline nose dripping
with whatever was all over them both. He
looked down at the wet, brown stain on his white shirt and arched a perfectly
trim eyebrow at her. “This is not good.” Her
normal speech function returned, and anger came with it. “I’ll
say it’s not
good,” she hissed. “I have a very important meeting in ten
minutes, and now my
clothes are ripped, and I am covered with— What the heck am I
covered with?!” “That
would be an iced caramel latte,” he said casually. “The one I was going
to bring to the CEO of Elevate at the very important meeting I
need to be at
in ten minutes.” Sydney
froze, eyes widening in horror as they swept over him again. This time
she took in the strong jaw and broad shoulders she had seen once
before today.
“Oh no,” she whispered, “are you—” “—Aiden
Carter,” he finished, shaking the damp off his hands. Sydney
groaned, putting her head in her hands. “This is not good.” “And
it’s about to get worse,” her boss said under his breath. Sydney
lifted her head and saw he was peering over her and around the corner.
She followed his gaze, and her legs went wobbly. Being escorted
through the
main lobby by Carter Senior himself were a group of people who no
doubt represented
Elevate. “I
can’t meet them like this. Dad is going to kill me,” he said
breezily. He looked
down at her. “Or you. Whoever you are.” At
that moment, Sydney saw all her dreams going up in smoke. Becoming marketing
director, making an enviable salary, and finally getting her and her
elderly
father into the home and life they deserve. One
spilled drink, and her entire life was ruined. No!
her internal
voice screamed. Do
something! Sydney
looked around frantically, and her eyes landed on the supply closet. She
snagged his hand. “Come with me,” she cried. She dragged him
after her and
shoved him inside. “Whoa
with the pushing,” he grumbled, but Sydney ignored him. “Quick!
Get your shirt off!” she said, and she fell on him and started scrabbling
at his buttons. “What
are you doing?” he said incredulously, swatting her hands away. “You
are not missing that meeting,” she hissed. “You need to get out
of these wet
clothes. Do you have something to change into?” “In
my office,” he replied, catching on. Following her orders, he began unbuttoning
his shirt. “In the armoire.” He grinned at her, revealing rows of perfectly
straight pearly whites. Thank you, kind stranger...even though
this is your
fault in the first place.” She
rolled her eyes. “I think you’ll find this was your fault. I’ll
go get the shirt.
Use this to dry off. It’s ruined anyway.” She stepped back and
slipped out of
her blazer, revealing the silky, spaghetti strap cami underneath.
Thankfully, none
of the latte spilled on it. His
shirt was off. “Here.”
She walked toward him, holding out the ruined blazer. “Do I need a key
to your—” She
stumbled in her new not-quite-broken-in heels and cried out as she
went
down,
the blazer going flying. Aiden lurched forward and caught her,
hooking an arm
around her waist and drawing her to him just as the door swung open. They
all froze. Sydney, Aiden, and the woman standing in the doorway blinking
at the sight of the boss half naked in the supply closet holding the
new girl
whose ripped jacket was flung across the room. The
woman in question shook her head and sighed. “Not this again.”
Fallyn
Briggs has spent most of her life within the pages of a book and now
she is thrilled to have the opportunity to invite people into the
worlds she creates.
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