Page 33 of Not the Bodyguard's Baby
Adam picked up his phone and played along. “Yes?”
“Mr. Adam, there is a Sven... what was your last name?” She covered the phone.
“Bent.”
“Sven Bent here to see you. He doesn’t have an appointment. Do you have a few minutes?”
“I’ll be right out.” Adam hung up the phone.
Sven continued to lean on the reception desk, tossing out pickup lines like peanuts at a zoo. Deidre batted her eyes, her usual demeanor hiding more of an actress than Adam suspected. He made a mental note to talk to Jethro about expanding Deidre’s responsibilities. “I’d love to show you the city, but I’m already booked this weekend.”
Adam suppressed a chuckle. The only thing Deidre would show him was how well she could put her fist through his mouth. He extended his hand to the man. “Mr. Bent, nice to meet you. How can I help you?”
Sven refused the offered hand. “Is there someplace we can talk?”
“Will this conference room work?” Adam gestured to the conference room, then turned to Deidre. “Hold my calls,
will you?”
If Deidre could use her glare as a weapon, she would have no need for a gun. “Of course, Mr. Adam.”
He closed the door behind them. “Now, Mr. —”
“Where is she?”
Adam half turned back to the lobby.
“Not the bimbo secretary. September Platt.” Sven bit each word out.
“I don’t know.”She could be in the kitchen or the living room.
“She came here to have my baby, and I want that baby!”
“Congratulations on being a father. But I still can’t help you.”
Sven leaned across the table, hands fisted. “I know you know where she is. The trollop never stopped talking about you. Who else would she run to? There were no other men in her life, and her control freak of a manager has no idea where she is.”
“We parted ways over a year ago. I am no longer in her employ.”
Sven barked out a harsh laugh. “I know. I heard about your leaving her every day. Took me forever to get her to tumble in the sack with me. I’ll tell you, it wasn’t worth it. I guess you knew what you were doing when you didn’t waste any time on her.”
Adam schooled his reaction. Punching the jerk in the face wouldn’t be prudent—yet. “Sorry, but I can’t help you.”
Adam walked out of the conference room.
“Can’t, or won’t?” Sven followed him into the lobby. “You give that little tart a message for me. She wasn’t supposed to have the baby, and I’ll make sure she will not keep it.”
Adam crossed his arms to keep from leveling Sven. “Supposing I know where she is, do you think threatening her and her baby in front of the vice president of Hastings security will help your cause?”
Sven stepped closer. His breath stunk of onion bagel. He poked Adam in the chest. “You listen to me. She is mine. That baby is mine. No half-baked security team in Chicago will keep her from me. She owes me, and she needs to pay me for providing her with a child.”
Sven pushed out the front door and into the elevator.
Adam locked the front door and turned to Deidre. “Good job with the receptionist gig.”
“The jerk thought I would go out with him because he flexed his muscles. I have another idea of how I would like to take him out.”
Adam smiled. “I’d like to see that. It would probably top the time my sister told a bodyguard off. He didn’t see it coming when she flattened him.”
