ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Scored by the Billionaire (Alpha Billionaire Secret Baby Football Romance) (Alpha Male Sports Romantic Comedy) by Mia Taylor

Scored by the Billionaire
     
     
    Liona Gregory arrived at Dempsey Field at a quarter to nine. A security guard admitted her through the office entrance, and although she'd been to the massive stadium dozens of times on League business, she politely thanked him when he offered to lead her upstairs to the offices. They rode up in the elevator, and he asked a few cheerful questions about the upcoming season, and if she was coming to meet the new boss-man.
    "He and I have met before," she said with a demure smile. The inner door of the elevator was polished steel, and its reflection was as clear as a mirror. She looked at her face, admiring the perfect job she'd done on her eyes, with the bronze and charcoal blend of color and clean, sharp wings at the corners. The highlight on her cheekbones, the contour, and the shade of matte purple lipstick were all perfect. Her long, wavy black hair was pulled tightly back into what she called her business bun, and her suit, a twelve hundred dollar Givenchy creation from Saks, was a creaseless work of art. On the outside, she was as ready as could be for this.
    The elevator door opened. "His office is just down on the left," the security guard said. "You can't miss it. He's expecting you."
    "Thank you," she said, and stepped out of the elevator. The door closed behind her, and she took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to collect herself. The jacket on this expensive suit felt tight when she took a deep breath, because her breasts were still swollen with milk. Back in New York, Liona's mom would be struggling to get baby Ashley to have her breakfast of formula from a bottle. Little Ashley would have to get used to it. She'd had six months of breast feeding, and now it was time for Liona to go back to work, either at the League office, or out here if this interview went well.
    But Liona imagined this interview was going to be a very complex chess game. She would have to be really damn clever to negotiate this little affair.
    She walked down the hall. Through the open doors of several offices, she could see empty desks and boxes stacked on the floors. There was a lot of turnover at the moment as the ownership changeover played havoc with the staff. Of course, if she ended up taking the business operations position that was on the table, it would be her job to stabilize the whole procedure. She immediately began thinking of names, but they were all New York names. She'd been in the Apple too long. She would need to go local to fill to a lot of these posts.
    The hall curved gently, as the building curved around the massive indoor stadium space, and soon Liona saw the owner's office. She slowed her pace and walked quietly, moving on tip-toes so that she could get the first look at the new owner of the Corsairs: billionaire business and real estate investor, notorious playboy, and world-class smartass, Carlson Murphy.
    He was standing with his back to the open door, looking out through the huge glass windows that overlooked the playing field far below. He stood with his hands casually in his pockets. He was wearing a gorgeous tan suit. Liona immediately noticed how perfect his posture was, and how strong he looked in this candid moment. It made her feel good for Ashley, her baby, knowing that she came from such good physical stock. After all, even though he didn't know it, Carlson Murphy was little Ashley's father.
    "Ahem," she said, announcing her arrival.
    Carlson turned and saw her, his handsome face breaking into a wide smile. "Liona!" he said, crossing the room to first shake her hand and then kiss her on the cheek. "Thank you so much for flying out to meet with me. How was your flight in?"
    "The same as always," she said. "Thanks for the limo at the airport."
    "My pleasure," Carlson said, directing her toward a chair. "Sorry, the office is a dump. The last guys took everything out, and it'll be a few days before we have the decorators in. As you can see, there's a lot of work to be done here.