How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,63
a thing too.”
“Oh?”
“You want to pinch my nipples and see milk squirt?” Maya asked. “Well, my thing is I really like morning sex.”
I moved my right hand around her body to her breasts and kissed the back of her left shoulder blade.
“Then we don’t have time to waste,” I said. “I heard your boss is a total dickhead.”
Maya groaned. “He’s more of a cockhead, if you ask me.”
“I hate the legal shit, Cole,” Mr. Pickle said as he sat with his hands folded on his large stomach. “I hate it all. They pick and they poke and if they find even the smallest fucking word that doesn’t make sense…” He shook his head. “But that’s their job.”
“I’m going to say something you won’t like,” I said. “I think you’re stalling.”
“Me?”
“Yeah.”
“Why would I do that?”
“You’re probably looking at some other investments. And there’s two roads. If you spend money, it could look bad for the short term. Or… if you take on this company, you know your net worth is going to shoot up again, which could make things a little expensive for you. I get that. Every dollar counts. Fuck, that’s how you built your empire. Nothing was handed to you. Your first business was selling two types of tea. Sweet tea. And unsweetened tea. Why? Because you knew everyone in the area was sick of lemonade.”
Mr. Pickle laughed. “Cole, you are one son of a bitch, you know that?”
“I don’t give up on something I want,” I said. “But I’m also not too proud to walk away.”
Mr. Pickle frowned. “Now I feel like you’re threatening me.”
My desk phone began to ring.
I ignored it.
“I’m not threatening anyone,” I said. “I’m just being real. It’s been weeks. It’s been…”
My voice trailed off.
I couldn’t believe how long it had been.
I measured the deal against Maya’s pregnancy.
That meant she was going to have the baby…
My cell phone vibrated against my desk.
I looked at the text from Maya.
Sorry to bother you. Your brother is on the phone. Dr. Vulvafuck?
I gritted my teeth.
“You have another meeting?” Mr. Pickle asked.
“No,” I said. “Just typical work stuff. I have a phone call I need to take.” An idea hit me. “I’m sorry to say this, Mr. Pickle, but there are other companies now looking at us. I’ve been pushing them away the best I can.”
“So now you’re going to fuck me?” Mr. Pickle asked.
I smiled. “No. I’m not your type. You like young blondes with big tits.”
Mr. Pickle laughed. “Hey, if you don’t mind me saying, your secretary… did she get some work done to her chest?”
My anger went from minimal to me picturing throwing Mr. Pickle out a window.
“I don’t know about that stuff,” I said.
“Well, whoever she used, that guy deserves a raise,” Mr. Pickle said. “They are so natural. And full. And-”
I jumped up. “Let’s call this meeting for now. We’re both getting tense and exhausted.”
“I’m fine,” Mr. Pickle said.
My desk phone started to ring again.
“I need to get that call,” I said. “And I need you to make a decision. Is this happening or not?”
Mr. Pickle didn’t offer to shake my hand.
He pointed at me. “These deals are all about leverage. We’ll talk soon. I want to stop by your secretary’s office and say hello. Get a look at those tits.”
My cell phone vibrated against my desk.
Maya again.
Cole? He won’t stop calling. I’m sorry.
I grabbed my phone to text her back.
Put the call through and get out of your office right now. Hurry to the elevators and go get a coffee or something. ASAP.
The phone rang and I grabbed it.
I tried to take a deep breath.
I was used to having a lot on my plate at once.
But definitely not a pregnant secretary I was feeling things for.
Cody was a mess.
He was drunk, high, or a combination of both.
He told me he woke up in a car that wasn’t his and he had no idea how he got there or what happened the night before.
So what did he do?
He got out of the car and hitchhiked home.
Because the car was on some road he didn’t know.
My brother needed help, and he needed it soon.
If that meant fucking up the deal with Mr. Pickle…
I gritted my teeth.
I couldn’t let that happen.
If Cody ruined this… I would never forgive him. I would never talk to him again.
And if I did that, he would go so far off the edge, our next meeting would be me identifying his body at a morgue.