The Italian's Secret Baby
'I thought you were going to be late,' his PA said as Roman O'Hagan walked into the empty conference room.
'I don't know if I've ever mentioned this, Alice, but you have a very uptight attitude to timekeeping,' Roman observed, shrugging off his jacket and laying it across the back of a chair. 'And in case it's slipped your mind, I'm the boss so I'm allowed to be late.'
Alice, who had worked for him for four years and had no recollection of him ever being late during that time, planted a cup of coffee in front of him on the long polished table.
'Well, boss, I managed to get us on the four-thirty Dublin flight.'
'Excellent.' Swivelling his chair around, Roman stretched his long legs out comfortably in front of him and added with a pained grimace, 'Which is more than I can say for this coffee! And I use the word in the loosest possible sense.' He stared down suspiciously at the pale brown liquid in his cup.
'It's decaff, and in case it's slipped your mind making coffee is not part of my job description. I do it simply because I have a nice nature.'
'I'm a lucky man,' Roman returned, deadpan.
'Yes, you are.' She paused by the door. 'By t ... read full excerpt from: The Italian's Secret Baby ebook
