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to the office opened, and he centered the device flat on the desk as the stylishly dressed, barely twenty-five-year-old woman entered his office. Beverly backed out of the room without a word, and Lexi began to prattle on as if she’d been a part of his life for a long time. She ended her monologue by explaining how she had no intention of tipping the valet at the front door because he’d been so rude to her.
    “Honestly, JP. You really should look into hiring more personable servants.”
    JP’s shoulders tightened. He never referred to any of his employees as servants, whether here at the office or in his personal life. He motioned to a chair in front of his desk, but she headed for the sitting area instead, her cloying perfume swirling in her wake. He merely rose and followed, gritting his teeth over the thought that this woman had held money for all of seven years now—his father’s money—yet she acted like one of the snooty women he’d spent most of his life around.
    His way of dealing with those women was to either sleep with them or outright avoid them—sometimes even good sex couldn’t overlook certain personality traits. This time, however, he had no desire for the first, but also couldn’t do the second.
    She made herself at home, sinking into the dark-brown leather of the couch as if she intended to stay a while. He didn’t sit.
    “What can I do for you, Lexi?” His cell phone buzzed across the room, but his texting games would have to wait.
    “The test results.”
    His jaw twitched. “I haven’t received them yet. I made it clear I’d contact you when they arrived.”
    “No, silly.” She dug into what he recognized as a multi-hundred-dollar bag at her side and came out with a large envelope, the flap on one end folded back. “I have them.”
    He lifted a brow. “I gave explicit instructions for the lab to send the results directly to me.”
    She shrugged, her fake-tanned shoulder wiggling under her sleeveless top. “I told them I wanted a copy too. I picked them up about thirty minutes ago.” She waved the envelope in the air between them, a predatory gleam on her face. She had what she wanted and they both knew it.
    Truth be told, he’d known it the instant he’d seen the picture of her son two weeks ago. Blue eyes, dark hair, the boy looked just like him.
    The kid really was his brother.
    He returned to his desk and pressed the intercom, wanting his own copy of the results in case she really was that good a con artist. “Beverly, has anything been couriered over from the lab I mentioned last week?”
    “Not that I’ve seen,” she replied. “Should I call them?”
    “Please.” He paused, knowing the time had come to bring Beverly in on everything. “I’m waiting on test results. Get them faxed over, then bring them right in.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    The room grew quiet until Lexi broke the silence, her voice not quite as confident as it had been a few minutes earlier. “You’ll give me money now, right? I don’t have to go to your mother?”
    Damn woman. His back teeth ground together. She’d shown up two days after rumors had broken that the governor planned to announce him to fill his cousin’s senatorial seat, and had demanded money from the second she’d stepped foot into his office. If he didn’t pay, she’d explain to his mother how his father had slept with a seventeen-year-old while on the campaign trail. He couldn’t let his mother lose the respect she’d always held for her husband, no matter what kind of mess the man had left for JP to clean up.
    But he wasn’t simply playing Lexi’s game, either.
    “Let me get this straight, first.” He turned back to her, remaining behind his desk. “When you told my father about the pregnancy, you didn’t want your child thrust into the spotlight of our family?”
    “Right.”
    “And this is still your wish? You don’t want it known he’s a Davenport?”
    “Yes.” She nodded. “He doesn’t need that kind of