How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,10
work to do.
My mind was always on Mr. Pickle.
I talked to the guy at least daily. Most days we were talking three or four times. Whether it was something serious, like him buying the company, or just bullshit stuff. Talking about our favorite drinks. Our favorite women. Sharing wild stories. Both of us playing one another. He knew he had the checkbook, and I knew he loved to wave that thing around like a big dick.
I stood up from my desk and walked to one of the many windows in my large office.
There was a glow over the city as the day turned into night.
I liked standing there looking out over the city.
I barely had a chance to think for a minute before my desk phone started to ring.
It was Maya calling.
I put her on speaker.
“Maya,” I said.
“Someone is calling for you,” she said. “I thought it was a prank. Mr. Buttlicker?”
I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth.
Fucking asshole.
“Yeah, that’s okay,” I said. “Send the call through.”
“Okay. Sorry. I sort of hung up on him twice.”
I nodded. “Don’t worry about it. Just send the call through.”
“Okay,” Maya said.
A few seconds later, the call was connected.
“Couldn’t call my cell?” I asked.
“This is more fun.”
“Making an ass of yourself so soon?”
“What’s with the attitude? Is it because you’re working late. You always work late. Hey, is that a new secretary you have? I love her voice. How big are her tits?”
I gritted my teeth. “It’s really good to hear from you. Good to know you’re alive.”
“Did you think I was dead?”
I took a deep breath. “What can I do for you now, little brother?”
Chapter Five
Maya
I looked at the frown emoji from Cam and frowned too.
He was understanding. Of course, he was. He had no choice.
For all I knew, he was already on to another woman.
Why not?
He was looking forward to going out. Probably looking forward to having a few drinks and getting laid.
Me too, dude.
Except I was stuck at work.
Going through reports and transcripts.
I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for.
Honestly… this felt like a punishment.
All because I walked in on Cole getting ready to have sex with some woman.
Every now and again I felt cocky and bold. And it always bit me in the ass.
I should have just opened the door and shut it when I saw the legs wrapped around him.
But no…
I had to feel good about myself, right?
I had to make comments. I had to basically chase the woman away.
Now I was paying for it.
I stabbed a highlighter to a piece of paper just as Cole appeared in my open office door.
“Rough night?” he asked.
“Funny,” I said.
“You’re getting paid, right?”
“You tell me.”
“You’re clocked in, Maya.”
“I highlighted everything I could find,” I said. “Anything else?”
“Plenty to do,” Cole said. “I ordered us dinner.”
“Dinner?”
“You like sushi?”
“Um…”
“Perfect,” he said. He looked at his large watch. “I better keep an eye out for it. No. Better yet. You go keep an eye out for it.”
He walked to my desk and put a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill on my desk.
I wasn’t sure if he was trying to flaunt his money or make me feel poor.
Whatever the goal was, it worked, because I thought he was a complete and total dick.
There was zero need for me to be in the office.
He just wanted to do it to be a dickhead.
When Cole left my office, I thought of an idea.
The building was mostly empty and quiet.
The lobby too.
With the exception of the night security guard at the front desk…
I reached for my bag and took out a notebook.
I was on the clock. And I was going to go sit and wait for the food to get delivered.
And I was going to write.
Essentially, Cole was paying me to write… so ha!
I pictured her swimming.
Her long hair in the lake water, spreading out behind her.
She kept looking back, seeing the boy from summer swimming after her.
She knew he could easily catch up to her, but he let her swim faster.
He loved chasing her all over the lake that summer.
They were going to the north bank of the lake.
That part of the lake was claimed to be haunted.
Nothing scared her… except her growing feelings for the boy from summer.