How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,1
he said.
He winked.
The doors shut.
I felt like hitting the emergency stop button so I could hurry and touch between my legs and really take advantage of what just happened.
And you bitches were worried about me meeting someone! You cannot imagine the guy I just met. He was the hottest guy I’ve ever met. EVER. And he gave me his sunglasses so we have to meet up again. All in the elevator.
I sent the text message and the elevator stopped again.
I was on the floor I needed to be.
Trust me, working as a secretary for some dickhead boss was not my dream. Last thing I needed was some douchebag man telling me what to do. I felt like a failure as I stepped off the elevator, but I had no choice.
Living in the city was expensive, and the worst thing that could happen to me would be having to go back to my small hometown and just blend in like everyone else while struggling until I died.
I was the one who left town and came to the city.
Plus, if things worked out with Elevator Guy, he could be my protector from any evil boss.
Connie texted back first.
Elevator sex! Please tell me it’s going to happen!
I laughed.
Jen chimed in next.
I second the elevator sex. I’ve done that. ;)
I took a few steps and stopped to text them back.
No sex this time. Tomorrow. I’ll be better prepared. Wish me luck… walking into the new job. I’m making it happen. Shitty secretary job to famous writer!
They both replied with well wishes.
This was unheard of for someone from our town to be doing this kind of thing.
Large glass doors waited for me.
I took a deep breath and opened them both at once, like I was super important.
Whatever.
I was feeling good about myself.
And nothing was going to take that away.
Hint - I was so very wrong about that.
A guy greeted me, carrying a stack of folders.
He looked me up and down and moved his glasses up onto his head.
“Maya?”
“Maybe.”
“I’m Kyle. HR.”
“Oh, yes. Kyle. I’m Maya.”
“You sure?”
“Positive,” I said.
“First day jitters?”
“None,” I lied.
“Good. Mr. C doesn’t play games. He just gets right into work. No offense, but don’t expect anything to be easy. You’re going to be treated as though you’ve been here for ten years. By the way, nice sunglasses.”
I looked at my hand. “Oh. These. Yeah.”
“Funny seeing those with you,” Kyle said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Those are seven hundred dollar sunglasses.”
I coughed. “What?”
Kyle lifted an eyebrow. “Follow me.”
Seven hundred fucking dollars for sunglasses?
Now I was really thinking about Elevator Guy.
Was he that rich?
Oh… the fantasy of a rich man sweeping me off my feet was kind of real. Call me a sellout, but that was the dream. I could sit at home in my pajamas and write all day, not caring for one second about money.
Maybe that was going to happen to me.
It would be pretty cool to quit this job in like a week when Elevator Guy confessed his love for me and asked me to marry him.
Kyle opened a set of glass doors and I let out a gasp.
The view was just…
It was windows, floor to ceiling, all the way around.
It was almost like I was floating on the top of a high rise in the city.
“There’s your desk,” Kyle said. “Here’s your work.”
He dropped the folders to the desk.
I swallowed hard.
“Well, well, well,” a voice said from behind me.
Kyle nodded to me. “And that’s your boss.”
I slowly started to turn when a familiar smell hit me.
My jaw slowly began to drop when I realized who my boss was.
“Can I have my sunglasses back, Maya?”
Elevator Guy was my new boss.
His name was Cole and not Elevator Guy.
It took two hours for me to hate him.
He walked into my office for the tenth time.
He flipped a folder to the floor, spilling the papers everywhere.
“This shit,” he said. “It’s unorganized and makes no sense. If you can’t do this job, then leave. I’ll give you the cash out of my pocket for the hours you’ve been here.”
I opened my mouth.
“And I need a drink. Fuck the coffee. Get me something stiff.”
“Stiff…”
“Alcohol, Maya,” he said. “Don’t let your mind go into the gutter that quick. You won’t cut it here.”
I nodded.
I had no idea why I was nodding.
Cole turned and walked away.
I tried to hurry around my desk and smashed my knee on the corner.