How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby (How To Rom Com Book 3)
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How to Have Your Boss’s Secret Baby
London Casey
Contents
A Quick Note
How to Have Your Boss’s Secret Baby
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Epilogue
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A Quick Note
*waves*
So good to see you back here again!
I know, it’s time for another wild and hot and sexy and funny adventure.
This time… Cole and Maya.
The boss and the secretary.
A secret pregnancy.
Do me a favor though. Don’t hate Cole too much… just a little. ;)
If you would like, send me an email when you’re done reading at LC@LondonCasey.com.
Now enjoy!
LC
How to Have Your Boss’s Secret Baby
Cole
I know the game. I know the dance. To sell my company and make more money than I ever dreamed of having, I have to be 100 percent focused. No relationships, no kids, no bull.
My new secretary is nothing like the model-perfect women I’ve got on speed-dial. But when it comes to cock-blocking her potential dates? I enjoy it a little too much.
Maya
Cole is the worst. He texts, I jump, whether it’s 4 a.m. or cancelling the first new-panties-worthy date I’ve had in months. I’d quit, but I need the money so that someday I can write full time.
When Cole’s plan to impress a client with a hot date on his arm falls through, I grit my teeth and agree to step in, while planning to kill him off in my next novel. But a few drinks too many—and a rare glimpse of Cole’s tender side—lead to one big surprise.
Prologue
A WHILE AGO
(Maya)
The elevator doors opened.
I took a deep breath and saw nobody standing outside the doors.
My eyes looked to the buttons.
I needed to get to the top floor. Like ASAP.
I stepped forward to peek out and see if someone was there or if a ghost hit the button and was already in the elevator with me.
Great, Maya, just what you need. As if elevators aren’t crammed and creepy as it is… now you’re going to think a ghost is with you.
I leaned forward and the doors started to shut.
A hand appeared, grabbing the doors, pushing them back open.
I froze in place and looked up at…
“Wow.”
That’s what I whispered when I saw him.
He was tall. In a nice shirt that hugged muscle that wasn’t afraid to be known it existed. His hand around the elevator door was so big. Thick, strong fingers. A large watch on his wrist.
The smell of his cologne blanketed me.
It wasn’t like other guys who I swore took baths in that stuff.
This smell was potent, yet inviting and subtle.
He looked down at me, a pair of reflective aviators on his face showing my reflection.
The good news was that my tongue wasn’t hanging out of my mouth.
The bad news was that I hadn’t moved, meaning I was blocking his way.
Now, to be fair, the guy could have picked me up with his pinky to move me.
But he stood there.
With his dark hair, nice tan, and aura of sex hovering around him.
“Going up or down?” he asked, grinning, knowing there was only one reason he would say something about going down.
“Uh, sorry,” I said. I stepped back. “I didn’t see you, then the doors opened…”
Each step I took back, he took one forward.
The doors slowly shut behind him and the elevator jerked and started to move.
He side stepped and turned his back to the rear of the elevator.
He lifted his sunglasses up and looked at me. “What’s your name, darling?”
“Uh… Maya.”
“Uh Maya,” he said. “I like that name.”
“It’s just Maya.”
“What are you doing on these elevators?”
“What are you doing on these elevators?” I asked, finally gaining enough mental capacity to talk properly. And flirt.
“I’m supposed to be somewhere,” he said.
“Me too.”
“That’s good,” he said. “We’re two people going someplace.”
“That’s what life is,” I said.
“You have a good attitude.”
“This isn’t a forever thing for me,” I said.
“Riding elevators?”
I smiled. “No. I’m starting a new job today. It’s not a forever job.”
“Ah,” he said. “What’s the gig?”
“Secretary,” I said. “Better than nothing.”
“Well, if this isn’t the forever thing, then what’s the real gig?”
I looked at the elevator.
I was almost at my floor.
He must have followed my eyes because he stepped forward and punched in the current floor to get the elevator to stop.
The doors opened and he stepped into the door path and blocked it.
“There,” he said. “So we can talk more.”
I let out a goofy sounding laugh as my cheeks turned red.
A man this hot? Talking to me? Wanting to keep talking to me?
I mean, I wasn’t ugly or anything. But I also wasn’t the type to wear some tight dress with my boobs crawling over the top. I wasn’t a fan of attention. And this guy oozed attention. And all of his attention was on me.
“What’s the dream, Maya?” he asked.
“I’m a writer.”
“A writer. That’s good. What do you write?”
“Books.”
“Mushy romance? Or wild porn stories? Whips and chains and candle wax… right?”
My face was red hot. “Not quite that.”
“You don’t like that?”
“That’s a little personal,” I said. “You could buy me a drink or dinner first.”
Go, Maya, go! Get that hot ass, girlfriend.
He took his sunglasses off and his eyes were a smoldering, melted chocolate color.
Fuck.
“Well, it is kind of early for a drink and dinner, Maya,” he said. He winked. “But you can keep talking. I like your voice.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I like your… voice.”<
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“I bet you’re liking more than my voice.”
“Oh? Confident?”
“I can see your eyes moving, darling,” he said.
“Maybe I should borrow your sunglasses then,” I said.
“Sure,” he said. “Here you go.”
He handed me his sunglasses and I put them on. “There.”
“You look good in those.”
I started to reach up to take them off and he waved a hand.
“Those are yours now,” he said. “I’ll get them back some other time.”
“What?”
He stepped back and slipped his hands into his pockets.
When he smiled, I felt warmth rush from my cheeks through my body.
Down, down, down…
Fuck.
The doors started to shut. “Wait. I don’t know your name! When can I meet you again?”
“Let’s let fate do its job, Maya,” 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.
The thud echoed and I fell to my knees.
Cole looked back. “Can you keep it down?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Everything okay? How’s the job?”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I’ll get these papers redone for you.”
“Give Bill a call in legal,” Cole said. “He’ll help. That’s your hint for the day. Make sure I get a good drink and a good set of papers. Or else your first day is your last.”
Cole stormed out of the office.
I had no idea what happened to Elevator Guy.
To make matters worse, Connie and Jen kept texting me, coming up with a plan to find Elevator Guy so I could have sex with him on the elevator.
I didn’t have the heart to tell them that Elevator Guy was my new boss.
And that he was meaner than the devil.
And that I actually hated his guts already.
Chapter One
Maya
MONTHS LATER
I faced the shower curtain and closed my eyes.
I pictured the beach.
That did nothing.
I chewed on my fingernails.
They were already chewed down.
I opened my eyes.
I slowly turned.
I skipped my reflection in the mirror and looked down to the sink.
There it was… balanced on the edge of the bathroom sink…
“Fuck,” I whispered.
The pregnancy test was positive.
Chapter Two
Cole
I waited in the narrow hallway of the pretend upscale bar.
The place had the look and feel of prestige and businessmen coming for a drink after a long day of work, but everyone knew the truth.
This was the kind of place you went to find someone to fuck.
And there was nothing wrong with that.
It was one giant game.
The women on one side.
The men on the other.
An
invisible someone waving a green flag.
Go, people, go…
My right foot rested against the wall, my tie undone, looped around my neck like a sleeping snake.
The hallway had large-framed, old pictures of the city.
A walk through the decades and centuries.
It was almost cliche.
I wasn’t in the mood for a history lesson or some nostalgia.
The door directly across from me finally opened.
When Maggie saw me, she gasped and covered her mouth.
That lasted all of a second because she then hurried to touch her hair.
She wanted to look nice for me.
She wanted to look perfect for me.
Something I never said she needed to do, but it was also something I never told her not to do.
Believe it or not sometimes silence was the greatest power.
“Come here, darling,” I said in my ultra-smooth voice.
I touched her wrists.
“I look like shit, Cole,” Maggie said.
“You look stunning,” I said.
“I look like a stressed out bartender.”
“What’s stressing you out tonight?”
“It’s busy,” she said.
“That’s good. Busy is money.”
“You slipped me a note to meet you here to talk about money?”