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.

the engagement party this weekend for our families and friends,” Eleanor persisted. “Something intimate. Just family and

his mouth to object, not seeing the point when they would be getting married the week after, but Blair touched

small.” Blair could see

course, dear. I’ll

vetted,” Roman added firmly. “Every guest–or this could end up larger

slightly. “Roman, you take the fun out of

exceptions. There will need to

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whiskey. “Your mother and I understand the situation, son. We’ll

the conversation shifting to safer topics. But she noticed how

you still thinking about buying the house in Blair’s hometown?” James asked between bites.

Roman. He had been keeping

location’s ideal.

lips with her napkin. “The prices

think you said?” Blair wanted to know. She

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

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

They were easy to be around. By the time they

car around while Roman helped his

talk about the engagement

as Roman’s parents climbed into

wasn’t so bad,” Roman murmured, helping her into

your parents. Makes

her. “I wish I could give them to

light

“Thank you.”