How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,14
me for dinners, events, overnight trips, all that kind of stuff. Long legs. A big smile. Perfect tits. An ass that worked with everything she wore. Bright blue eyes for that innocent girl look. Pouty lips that made any man picture them sliding up and down their cock.
That was my girl.
I texted her and walked back to the bedroom.
Ashley was still asleep.
Hannah got back to me really quick.
I’m in Sweden. Photo shoots. Fashion shows. You’re going to have to find someone else to look pretty and jerk you off under the table. ;)
“Fuck,” I whispered.
That was okay.
It was far from the end of the world.
See, in my world…
There were dozens of Hannah’s waiting for me.
I left Ashley a note and went to the office a little early.
I saw Maya darting from my office to hers and I whistled.
She backtracked and looked at me. “Morning.”
“Where’s my coffee?”
“On your desk.”
“Did you spit in it?”
“Did you want me to?”
“What if I said yes?” I asked.
“Uh… I don’t know…”
“If I told you to spit in my coffee, would you?”
“Are we having this conversation right now?”
Maya threw her hair over her shoulder and went into her office.
For some reason, at that angle… the way the light hit her…
I let out a hmmm sound.
I hurried to her office and caught her turning toward her desk.
She had this look to her this morning…
“You did something different,” I said. “Your hair. Makeup?”
“What?”
“Let me ask you something…”
Oh, fuck, Cole, don’t do this… don’t do this…
“Ask away,” Maya said.
“You know a lot more than most do in this company,” I said.
“Yes. I’m your secretary.”
“You know the ramifications if any information gets leaked, right?”
“Yes,” she said again. “Why? Did something happen.”
I studied Maya for a few seconds and then shook my head.
I said nothing as I turned to leave the office.
“You know,” Maya called out, “looking at a woman like that and shaking your head makes her feel like she’s worthless.”
I looked back. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
I exited her office and went into mine.
I grabbed the fresh coffee off the desk, walked to the window and took a sip.
Cecily texted me a thumbs up emoji, which meant my apartment was cleared of Ashley.
An idea was floating around in my head.
It was crazy, but it could work.
I needed this deal with Mr. Pickle to go through. And if he was going to be distracted by pussy, I needed to stay focused. Yet he wanted me to bring someone along…
Which I could do.
But only for show.
I just needed the right person…
I turned my head and smiled.
I looked in the direction of Maya’s office even though I couldn’t see her because my blinds were shut.
Slowly, I began to nod.
Maybe Maya could be the new Hannah.
Chapter Seven
Maya
I sat across from Connie and Jen in a coffeeshop that was so cliché for the city… but perfect for them. They were able to sit by the window at tables made to look like they were from old wood. The smell of coffee and a hint of cinnamon hung in the air, along with some twangy folk music that played through hidden speakers.
The sidewalk bustled with people - tourists, people coming and going from work, and those just wandering through life.
There were bright lights, neon lights, digital billboards, tall buildings, everything you’d expect in a city.
The two marveled like kids in a toy store.
As though they’d never come here before.
It was a far cry from the struggling life in the town I used to call home, that they called their forever home.
“So… how are Ben and Brooke?” I asked Connie.
She almost jumped in her seat, as though I scared her.
“Oh, right,” she said. “Look at these school pictures.”
Connie pulled up the pictures on her phone.
“Wow,” I said. “They are so big now.”
“You’re telling me,” Connie said. “And anyone who says boys eat all the food… no. Brooke eats just as much as Ben.”
“Growth spurt,” Jen said.
“It’s been years,” Connie said.
“I haven’t seen them in so long,” I said.
“Well, you haven’t been around in so long,” Jen said with a cocky smirk.
Not going back to visit was a mark on me. I did it on purpose. I vowed to never go back, or at least not until I was rich and successful. I wanted to be the one that made it big and returned to say Ha! I did it!
That hadn’t happened. Yet.
“I’m busy,” I said.
Okay… I snapped.
Jen put her hands up. “Defensive?”
She was the bitch of the group. She earned every part of that title too. She