Beneath Her Bastard Boss

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They were having dinner with Roman’s family at a very expensive restaurant. Blair was worried about being seen or photographed by the media. They hadn’t gone public yet.

Peters stood discreetly near their table, scanning the room with practiced ease. The other diners paid him no attention, but Blair noticed how his gaze lingered on each new arrival.

She smoothed her navy dress, hyperaware of Roman’s mother studying her from across the table. It was friendly–and Roman’s mother wasn’t sizing her up, thank God. She just wanted details.

“So, dear, have you thought about colors yet?” Eleanor leaned forward. She had already told Blair how happy she was that she and Roman were getting married so quickly.

Blair glanced at Roman, who was deep in conversation with his father about something work–related. “We’re keeping it simple. Small ceremony. But Roman is managing everything. I only need to find a dress.”

Roman’s mother looked at him in surprise. “Really? His marriage to Jessica–he didn’t do a thing.” Blair could see this pleased Eleanor no end, that her son was so invested.

“Mother,” Roman said, showing that even though he had been in conversation with his father, he was still listening in on their exchange. “Can we not discuss my first marriage with my soon–to–be wife?”

“I’m merely stating fact-”

“How’s the salmon here?” Blair cut in, opening her menu wider than necessary.

Roman’s father, James, cleared his throat. “Excellent. Though I recommend the sea bass.”

Blair caught the slight smile Roman gave her–grateful for the deflection. His hand found hers under the table, squeezing gently.

“Speaking of recommendations,” Eleanor started again, “I know the most wonderful wedding planner-”

“Mum.” Roman’s tone brooked no argument. “Blair and I will handle the arrangements. Well… me mostly. We’re getting married in less than two weeks. There’s no time for anything lavish. Plus, we don’t want it. We only need each other and our families.”

The waiter arrived, providing another welcome interruption. They ordered, and Blair sipped her water, wishing it were wine. But there was a very slight chance she could be pregnant. She hadn’t taken any tests, but Roman was very active in the bedroom.

weekend for our families and friends,” Eleanor persisted. “Something intimate. Just family and close

point when they would be

be nice, actually. As long as it’s small.” Blair could see Roman’s mother

beamed. “Of course, dear. I’ll keep

Roman added firmly. “Every guest–or this could

slightly. “Roman, you take

“No exceptions. There will

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and I understand the situation, son. We’ll take

shifting to safer topics. But she noticed how Roman’s shoulders

buying the house in Blair’s

had been keeping the details very close to his chest

location’s ideal. Easy

said that area is so pretty.” Eleanor dabbed her lips with her napkin. “The prices have shot through

think you said?” Blair wanted to know. She knew most of the homes in her hometown. Very few would meet

squeezing gently. “It may not pan out. Let’s wait

he wasn’t saying. She knew it wasn’t her family’s childhood home–because it wasn’t on the market. She and her sisters always kept watch. Sentimental reasons only. It wasn’t like they could afford to

be around. By the time they stepped outside, Blair was so full she was ready

Roman helped his mother

Blair’s cheek. “We’ll talk about the engagement party tomorrow. We don’t have a lot of

Roman’s parents climbed into their waiting car. Blair

murmured, helping

parents. Makes me miss mine

“I wish I could give them

from the curb, merging into light traffic. Blair leaned against Roman’s shoulder, suddenly

“Thank you.”