Virgin Mistress, Scandalous Love-Child

Virgin Mistress, Scandalous Love-Child

by Jennie Lucas
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Virgin Mistress, Scandalous Love-Child by Jennie Lucas

In the seductive heat of Rio during its Carnaval, Ellie succumbs to her dangerously charismatic boss, Diogo Serrador. But, having taken her virginity, the Brazilian billionaire wants nothing more to do with her—until he discovers she's pregnant!

Diogo will accept nothing less than taking Ellie as his bride. Their marriage is passionate by night, but tense and empty by day. Ellie realizes that she's in an impossible situation: Diogo's dark past has frozen his heart, but she's fallen in love with her husband….

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781426834295
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 06/01/2009
Series: Harlequin Presents Series , #2831
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 192
Sales rank: 113,086
File size: 134 KB

About the Author

Jennie Lucas's parents owned a bookstore and she grew up surrounded by books, dreaming about faraway lands. At twenty-two she met her future husband and after their marriage, she graduated from university with a degree in English. She started writing books a year later. Jennie won the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart contest in 2005 and hasn’t looked back since. Visit Jennie’s website at:

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As Ellie Jensen came up the stairs from the subway, her body was still shaking. She dimly heard taxi drivers yelling curses and honking their horns. Vendors were already setting up hot dog and pretzel carts on the sidewalks. After a long, gray winter, New York had finally surrendered to the brilliant warmth of May.

But Ellie was cold to the bone. She hadn't felt her fingers or toes for hours. Not since she took the pregnancy test that morning and saw those two parallel pink lines.


She was getting married in six hours, and she was pregnant.

With another man's baby.

Her boss's baby.

Ellie stopped dead in front of the Serrador Building. She craned her neck to look up at the thirtieth floor, and panic ripped through her.

Diogo Serrador, the dark, ruthless steel tycoon who'd employed her for the last year, was going to be a father.

I cannot get you pregnant, querida. She still remembered his sensual voice that hot night, riding the hot drumbeat of Rio's Carnaval. He'd whispered against her skin, Do not worry. It's impossible.

And she'd believed him!

How could she have been so stupid? With her history, how could she have fallen prey to the oldest cliché in the world—an innocent country girl moving to the big, bad city and getting seduced by her arrogant, wealthy, vastly sexy boss?

She should have left the company at Christmas, when Timothy did. At the very least, she should have given notice weeks ago—as she'd promised him she would. But she'd kept procrastinating. As if something would stop her from losing the city she loved. The life she loved. The man she…

She stopped the thought cold.

It had been just a crush. A wild, heart-pounding crush. Then a seduction…

Ellie's heart hurt as she looked up at the brilliant blue sky above the sweetly singing birds. The air was fresh and warm. The world was new.

But the news of her pregnancy wouldn't make Diogo a father. She knew that already. The notorious playboy had his choice of gorgeous, brilliant women. He took them out, treated them like goddesses, then discarded them like last night's rubbish. If women like that couldn't hold his attention, no wonder he'd forgotten Ellie, a high school dropout with cheap clothes and unremarkable looks!

Diogo Serrador, a decent father?

The most likely scenario was that he'd carelessly offer her money for an abortion.

"Oh…" Covering her face with her hands, she cursed him aloud, causing the pedestrians hurrying past her on the sidewalk to give her a wide berth.

As inconvenient a shock as this pregnancy was, Ellie had already come to love this baby ferociously. This child was hers. Her family.

But Diogo had the right to know. Didn't he?

Ellie ground her teeth. She would fling his lie back into his face!

She pushed open the building's wide revolving door and took the elevator to the thirtieth floor. Determination steeled her as she passed the glassed-in offices down the hall.

"You're late," Carmen Alvarez snapped at Ellie as she passed her desk. "The numbers you gave me last night were all wrong. What's the matter with you, girl?"

Ellie felt the floor move beneath her in a sway of nausea. She'd nearly been sick twice on the subway ride from her tiny Washington Heights studio apartment. She'd been queasy for months. That should have warned her, but she'd told herself her cycle was erratic. She couldn't be pregnant. Diogo Serrador had given his word! I cannot get you pregnant, querida.

"Are you sick?" Mrs. Alvarez demanded with narrowed eyes. "Partying all night?"

"Party?" Ellie gave a weak laugh. That morning, when she'd finally been unable to zip up the black pencil skirt or button her close-fitting white shirt, she'd gone to the twenty-four-hour drugstore and bought a test from the pimply-faced teenager at the cash register. "No, not a party."

"Then it's some man," the older woman said. "I've seen this before. Wait right there." Holding up her finger in warning, the executive secretary answered the phone. "Diogo Serrador's office," she chirped brightly, turning away.

One of the other junior secretaries crept up to pat Ellie's shoulder.

"Did you see Mr. Serrador's picture in the papers this morning?" Jessica said in a sweet Southern drawl. "He took Lady Allegra Woodville to the benefit last night. She's so elegant and beautiful, don't you think? But then she comes from an upper-class background, just like he does. Blood will tell, my mama always used to say, class—" she looked over Ellie with hard eyes "—or trash."

Ellie ground her teeth. She never should have confessed her infatuation for Diogo—or her heartache after Rio.

Jessica saw her job simply as a way to pass the time until she found a rich husband, and she'd long ago set her sights on Diogo. Ellie had been trying to warn the girl with her own heartbreak.

Instead, Jessica had spread malicious rumors all over the office. Ellie was now despised by all the staff as a gold-digging slut. Ellie—a slut! She, who'd never even kissed a man before. Diogo had swept her up into his arms in Rio!

Thank God she'd finally given up on her dreams. She'd finally realized that her grandmother was right. Her heart wasn't hard or modern enough to survive city life. She'd given up. Given in.

Three weeks ago, she'd finally told Timothy yes.

He had left his prestigious job as Diogo Serrador's general counsel at Christmas, abruptly deciding to be a simple country lawyer in their small hometown. He'd pressured Ellie to leave with him, but she'd refused.

But after today she would never have to see New York again—or Diogo. She would be married to a safe, respectable man who loved her. A man she could trust.

Assuming Timothy still wanted her when she was pregnant with another man's child.

Mrs. Alvarez hung up the phone and turned to face Ellie. "I don't know what you've been doing in your spare time, but your work has been unacceptable. This is your last chance—"

Diogo's deep, accented voice interrupted her, booming through the intercom on the elegant dark wood desk. "Mrs. Alvarez, come at once."

A thrill of panic raced through Ellie at the sound of his voice, causing her heart to nearly leap out of her chest.

"Yes, sir," the executive secretary replied, then released the intercom button. Her critical eyes traced over Ellie's pale, sweaty face and shapeless dark dress. "I need you to create a new SWOT analysis on Changchun Steel in dollars." When Ellie didn't move, she said sharply, "Get going, girl."

"No," Ellie whispered.

Mrs. Alvarez turned back with surprise and anger in her eyes. "What did you say?"

Shaking but determined, Ellie faced down the older woman. "I need to see him."

She looked dumbfounded. "Certainly not!"

"Let her go," Jessica muttered under her breath. "Once he sees her in that dumpy dress, he'll fire her for sure."

Ignoring her hurtful comment, Ellie started toward the office door.

"Stop right there!" Sputtering in outrage, the older woman stepped in front of her, pointing at Ellie in an angry staccato as she spoke. "This is the last straw. Whatever you might think you've earned on your back, you're nothing here. I've had it with your incompetence. Your insolence! Collect your things. You are fired!"

Desperately, Ellie pushed past Mrs. Alvarez into the private office of her billionaire boss.

Diogo Serrador was having a week from hell.

After a year of nonstop work and millions of dollars spent, his hostile takeover bid for Trock Nickel Ltd. had just failed.

Because he'd lost his ally on their board of directors.

Because he'd missed an important appointment.

Because his junior secretary had written down the wrong time.

And it was only Ellie Jensen's most recent mistake. For the last few weeks, he'd seen her work performance fall to ridiculous levels. He'd seen her come in late. Leave early. Take long lunches and spend far too much time hiding out in the bathroom.

Crying, probably.

Cursing under his breath, Diogo got up from his desk and paced in front of the curved wall of windows that revealed the skyscrapers of southern Manhattan and Battery Park. For an instant, he leaned his forehead against the cool glass, staring across the New York Harbor to the distant Statue of Liberty silhouetted against the pale morning sky. In spite of Miss Jensen's inexperience, and in spite of the way he'd hired her— sight unseen, on his head lawyer's recommendation—she'd been promising enough for him to take to Rio for an important deal when Mrs. Alvarez had been ill. Ellie Jensen had been on her way to becoming a valuable asset in his office.

Too bad he'd made the mistake of seducing her.

Diogo ground his teeth. Biskreta, he never should have taken her to Rio. He should have fired her at Christmas, along with his treacherous ex-lawyer.

His body went tense just remembering the gleam in Timothy Wright's pale, feral face when Diogo found out what he'd done. "You should thank me, Mr. Serrador," the man had said slyly. "I saved you millions of dollars."

Thank him? The man deserved to burn in hell.

Diogo should have fired Ellie, too. Why trust a woman who was Wright's friend? But Diogo's conscience hadn't allowed him to fire her. Hadn't thought it fair.

And perhaps, he forced himself to admit, he'd liked having her in the office. Unlike many of the other secretaries, she'd always acted cheerful and kind. She hadn't stooped to gossip. She'd added brightness to his office.

Until he'd slept with her.

Diogo ground his teeth. He'd known the girl was fresh from the country, but since she was twenty-four years old, it had never occurred to him she might be a virgin. If he'd known, he never would have touched her. Virgins were off-limits. They took lovemaking far too seriously. They saw it as a relationship. Plus, they were usually boring in bed.

But Ellie Jensen had been so sweetly stunning. With those china-blue eyes, that angelic white-blonde hair, and the curvaceous body of a swimsuit model, he'd naturally assumed she had experience. In the heat and lust of Rio's Carnaval, he'd acted on impulse. Ah, and it had been such a night… His body got hard just thinking of it.

But no, he was done. There were many beautiful women in the world, and he had no interest in breaking little innocent hearts. Or encouraging naive little farm girls that they might be the ones to tame him.

He heard a scuffle outside his office door. Irritated, he turned and pressed the intercom button a second time. "Mrs. Alvarez? What is the delay?"

The door was abruptly flung open, banging loudly against the wall. He looked up, his jaw hard. "Finally. Please take a letter—"

But instead of his competent executive secretary, he saw the bane of his existence. The woman whose beauty and innocence had just cost him a billion-dollar deal.

"I need to talk to you!" she gasped, struggling with Mrs. Alvarez. "Please!"

"Miss Jensen," he bit out scathingly, then paused when he got a good look at her.

Her blond hair was pulled back in a disheveled pony-tail, and there were dark hollows beneath her eyes as if she hadn't slept. Her forehead had a pale sheen, as if she'd been ill. She looked truly awful, and her rumpled sack dress made her look as if she'd gained twenty pounds overnight. What had happened to his neat, tidy, cheerful junior secretary?

Inwardly, Diogo sighed. He should have expected this. The girl no doubt intended to tearfully confess her love for him, then beg him for a commitment.

Exactly what he'd wanted to avoid. He would have liked to keep her as his lover for far longer than a one-night stand, but he'd denied himself the pleasure. He'd purposefully ignored her, hoping that she'd realize they had no possibility of a future.

It had been difficult for him, working in the same office. Seeing her in her cubicle, he'd often wanted nothing more than to drag her back to his office and make love to her on his desk, against the wall, on his leather sofa. But he'd held himself back. He'd tried to be noble.

And this was the result.

Three months without a woman in his bed, and now a blown billion-dollar deal.

"I'm sorry, sir," the furious Carmen Alvarez panted, still pulling on the girl's sleeve. "I tried to stop her—"

"Leave us, Mrs. Alvarez," he said shortly.

The older woman's jaw dropped. "But, sir—"

He gave her a look that immediately caused her to back out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Diogo placed his fingertips on his wide, dark wood desk. "Sit down, Miss Jensen."

The girl didn't move. Folding her arms, she looked up at him bitterly. "I think you should start calling me Ellie, don't you?"

Ellie? He would never be so unprofessional to refer to a member of his staff by first name. Mrs. Alvarez had been his executive secretary for ten years, but he wouldn't dream of calling her Carmen. But then… he'd never taken her body in the heat and madness of Rio's Carnaval, kissing her in the street amid the collective madness of lust…

He pushed the thought aside.

"Sit down," he repeated, and this time the girl obeyed. Her knees trembled as she sank into the leather chair across from his desk. She hugged herself, looking unhappy, almost ill. It made him feel uneasy. The look in her eyes troubled him. Made him feel guilty.

He resented the feeling. Maldigao, he hadn't known she was a virgin! If he had, he never would have touched her!

Still. Best to have it out now. Obviously his silence hadn't given her the message. Nor had the fact that he'd taken out other women—although that had been for charity benefits and business engagements, hardly pleasure.

He would just have to be brutal. Informher that he had no intention of ever settling down with any woman, no matter how sweet or pure or good in bed she might be.

With any luck, Ellie would accept his decision. She would return to being a competent secretary. He had to give her the chance…. Although, if a different member of his staff had made a billion-dollar mistake, he would have fired the person without thought!

But he couldn't do that to Ellie. Not after he'd seduced her in Rio on a whim. Not after he'd unthinkingly debauched the innocence of the only purely good-hearted girl he'd met in New York.

He looked down at her.

"What do you wish to discuss with me, Miss Jensen? What is so important that you nearly started a fistfight with Mrs. Alvarez?"

She swallowed. "I need… to tell you something."


He waited, bracing for her to blurt out that she loved him, that she couldn't live without him, that she wanted them to move in together, or some other such nonsense. He'd heard it all before.

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Virgin Mistress, Scandalous Love-Child (Harlequin Presents Series #2831) 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 28 reviews.
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I thought she was to wishy washy on what she wanted. She didn't want to desire him anymore and then the next sentence she was dreaming of melting at his feet. Could have had a bit more of a backbone. Story line was promising but the end seemed a little rushed. Three stars
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good theme and charactors must read
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This book was so good
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Very irritating leading lady through the very end. Couldnt like her at all.
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I think it was a good book- with 2 very strong characters! It had a couple of surprises as well as a little danger. Worth a buy for sure!
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