How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,6
open,” Bev said as she stared at her computer screen.
For the record, running a t-shirt business was not allowed. She didn’t care.
The only thing… she charged me nothing to live there.
She just wanted the company and the fridge to be full of food.
It was a great deal.
At least I thought so in the beginning.
I hurried to my room and opened the windows.
I lit a candle.
Then I took a hot shower.
That at least felt good.
I was going to be a big loser and be asleep by seven.
That meant there was no time for writing. Definitely no time for meeting a guy. Not that I was actively doing that. Even still, there was no way I could date a guy and bring him here.
I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around my body.
When I opened the door, I screamed.
“Read it!” Bev yelled.
“Sofa…”
“The next word,” she said.
“King.”
“Read it together,” she said.
“No,” I said.
Bev lowered the shirt. “Why not?”
“That’s such an old joke, Bev,” I said. “There’s got to be like a billion shirts that have that already.”
“Mine is… different… look…” She held the shirt up again. “It’s a couch with legs. And it’s wearing a crown. The couch is king.”
I swallowed hard. “Bev…”
She lowered the shirt. “You’re in a mood. Is it because of Cockhead Cole?”
“Yes and no,” I said.
“I told you to quit that job,” she said. “You live here for free. You can get a barista job.”
“I don’t want that,” I said.
“You like dealing with Cole?”
“No. The job pays well though, Bev. I need the money.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I just do. I want to save up enough so that I can focus on writing.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“I trust you,” I said. “But when you make it big with your shirts, you’re going to have to move.”
“I would never leave you behind.”
I studied Bev’s face. She had a long face that came to an almost point at her chin. Her eyes were blue and her cheeks speckled with freckles. I had no idea what her actual hair color was because I’d seen it every color. Blonde to black and everything in between. Right now it was a fiery auburn color.
“Bev…” I held the towel against my body. “Why don’t you make the shirt a couch? Instead of the cliche sofa joke, just be a couch. Like a dumb, dry humor thing.”
“Yes!” Bev yelled. “Yes!”
She balled up the shirt and threw it to the floor.
She ran to her computer and I stepped over the shirt.
Back in my bedroom, it smelled like balsam and pine.
Basically it smelled like Christmas.
Which was better than the ink from the t-shirt machine.
I shut the door, dropped the towel, and looked down at myself.
I felt like I had a new wrinkle, curve, and-or stretch mark for every week that went by where I didn’t have sex.
I wasn’t a prude.
In fact, I had a date tomorrow night with a guy name Cam.
I bumped into him in a cafe and almost spilled coffee on him.
It was the kind of thing you’d read about in a book. He had a nice smile, nicer eyes, and when he asked me out, it was an easy yes.
I groaned and found my favorite panties and hoodie.
Yeah, they were granny panties, but they were so comfortable.
Nobody was going to be busting through my bedroom door to come take me to bed.
The closest thing I had to that was when Cole texted me at all hours of the night.
Cole… Cockhead Cole…
I shut my eyes and pictured him as Elevator Guy.
That guy could come take me anytime he wanted.
But my boss? Actual Cole?
He could kiss my granny pantied ass.
Now, for tomorrow night on my date with Cam, there would be no granny panties. I was going to wear my nice pair of panties… or maybe none at all.
Get it, Maya!
I sat down with my laptop and stared at some writing I had tried to do over the last week.
It was bad.
Really bad.
Bad enough that I shut the laptop and shut my eyes just for a minute.
Of course… I fell asleep.
I was such a party animal.
I dreamed of Elevator Guy.
Stopping the elevator.
Pinning me against the back wall of the elevator.
His fingers touching between my legs.
Moving down to his knees to take me with his mouth.
In my dream, I would put my head back and groan his name.
“Oh, Elevator Guy!”
But then he would laugh and correct me.
“My name is Cole, darling. And I’m your boss. And if you come right now, you’re fired!”