SEAL'd Lips: A Secret Baby Romance

by Roxeanne Rolling

  John

  I put my phone back in my pocket. I don’t really know what it is about that woman from last night but she really drives me crazy. Just texting her has me with a hard on. I just imagine her naked flesh before me, and her mouth around my cock. The way her body moved and jiggled…it was just too perfect. I really don’t know if I can wait another month to see her. But business is business, and I really can’t cancel anything. I’m going to be on the West Coast for four solid weeks of boring meetings. But these boring meetings will also net me another few million that the company could really use right now. It’s not like I’m hurting personally, but the company sometimes goes through little dips and valleys.

  I figure there’s no point in hanging around the office for the rest of the day, so I grab my stuff and head out of the office.

  “John, could I grab you for a second,” says someone off to my right. I turn and look at him and realize it’s Jeff, one of my higher level guys.

  No one in the whole building is supposed to call me Mr. Clark or anything like that, but not everyone has the courage to call me by my first name.

  “I’m headed out, Jeff,” I say. “Won’t be back for a month. Can you make it quick?”

  “It’s just that there’s a problem with this month’s books,” says Jeff.

  “What do you mean?” I say. He suddenly has my attention.

  He pulls a tablet out from somewhere and pulls up some complicated looking charts and graphs.

  I wave my hand dismissively. “I don’t have time for that stuff,” I say. “Just tell me in plane language what the hell’s going on.” I can read the charts better than anyone else, but I like to get my employee’s own perspective. That’s one of the core tenants of my business model.

  “Well,” says Jeff, fumbling for his words. I know he was going to rely on the charts to mitigate the damage of what he’s telling me, but I’m not going to let it happen. “Sales projections aren’t matching actual sales. Stock prices are down as a result.”

  “Why haven’t I noticed anything?” I say. “I check the stocks everyday. They look fine to me.”

  “They’re fine in the sense that the numbers are OK, but the volume of trading has gone down significantly.”

  I’m on top of all the numbers for the company. Nothing gets by me. “I check those too,” I say.

  “They’re down compared to the projections that are new team came up with last month.”

  “Well maybe your new team is wrong,” I say. “I don’t have time for this now, Jeff.”

  I’m getting a little annoyed. It’s not like I have anywhere to go exactly. I’m in no hurry. But I just don’t like it when my employees try to but in and tell me everything is horrible. I mean, hell, when I started out things really were horrible and no one in the world thought I’d make a single cent. But I just chose to put on my blinders and work, work, and work. And that’s what worked. And that’s what’s going to work for me again.

  “Can I send you the numbers?” says Jeff. “Maybe you’ll see… It’s just that I’m worried…”

  “Fine,” I say. “Send me the numbers.”

  “Alright,” says Jeff. “Hey, have a good trip.” He adds this last part in a more friendly tone. When we’re not talking business, Jeff and I can actually be somewhat buddy-buddy, although I make sure to show him where his place is, and he makes sure to acknowledge that I’m the boss. That doesn’t mean we can chat a little bit here and there and joke around. We’ve even enjoyed a couple beers together once in a while after work.

  “Thanks,” I say. “Enjoy your time here in the office.” Jeff is used to the occasional sarcastic remarks and I know he can take them in good humor without filling out a grudge report against me or something with the personnel department. Not that many would dare do that with me anyway.

  “Oh,” says Jeff, a weird grin on his face. “I will. I will, for sure.”

  “What makes you suddenly so excited about work?” I say. “I know you too well. You’d rather be out on your boat than stuck here in the office. You know you don’t have to bullshit me, Jeff.”

  “It’s this new girl in cleaning,” says Jeff. “Have you seen her? She’s probably the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Honestly it looks like she stepped out of a centerfold of a magazine or something. She’s that hot… Man, I’m headed down to the basement after lunch just to see if I can catch a glimpse of her. I saw her breaking down cardboard outside…”

  “Hot new cleaning girl?” I say, slowly, my mind working over on itself. Something about that sounds familiar.

  “Yeah, did you see her?”

  “I don’t know,” I say. “I must have, since I do an interview with everyone.”

  “Well you made a good decision,” says Jeff. “I can’t believe you don’t remember her though.”

  Something about his words rings a bell… the hottest woman I’ve ever seen in my life was Sarah. And she had seemed so familiar. Suddenly her image flashes across my mind, but it’s not the image from last night. It’s the image from yesterday when she was in my office, and I was interviewing her.

  I slap myself on the forehead, completely dumbstruck.

  How the hell did I not realize it was her?

  Sure, she had looked hot in the interview. But she had shown a difference side of herself in the Hamptons, all decked out in that dress and the jewelry. She had really looked even beyond incredible.

  Then again, she hadn’t looked bad in the interview.

  I wonder if that’s what she had kept trying to tell me, when everyone was interrupting her?

  I don’t know what to think at first. A thousand possibilities are running through my mind being deceived, workplace romance laws, and a thousand other horribly boring possibilities.

  But, finally, I laugh.

  I laugh and I can’t stop laughing.

  So the woman who charmed the hell out of me was a cleaning woman I had just hired that same day. We were both in the Hamptons by pure chance and I thought she was some other rich person or a celebrity at the very least…

  “What’s so funny?” says Jeff, looking at me with a strange look. “You seen her then?”

  “Nope,” I say, shaking my head. “Haven’t seen her. See you later, Jeff. Have a good month.”

  I leave Jeff there with a puzzled expression on his face.

  As I walk away, I pull out my phone which has access to the entire employee database and pull up Sarah’s name. Sure enough, Sarah Dumphrey, a recently hired cleaner is listed along with a picture in which she looks surprisingly good. I say surprisingly because no one looks good in the employee photos. I make a mental note to get some tech guy to fix that.

  I’m laughing to myself all the way down the elevator.

  I take the elevator all the way down to the basement and get off at the cleaning area.

  There she is, looking incredibly beautiful. Her waste tapers. Her hair flows. Her eyes shine. She’s busy working on something, and doesn’t see me for a moment.

  A horrible woman, Cindy or Cynthia, or something, is standing there, lecturing her somewhat meanly.

  “Howdy,” I say, walking up to the two of them.

  “Mr. Clark,” says Cindy, almost dropping her clipboard and pencil. “I never see you all the way down here.”

  “I just wanted to stop and say hello to Sarah,” I say.

  “Hi,” says Sarah, looking completely dumbstruck.

  I lean in to Sarah’s ear. “I didn’t recognize you last night, but you couldn’t have thought that would last forever, right?”

  Sarah wears a puzzled expression on her face as I pull away from her. I let my cheek graze her cheek as I do so.

  “I don’t care though,” I say, loud enough for both to here, knowing that what I’m saying won’t make any sense to Cindy. “It’s totally fine with me.”

  Sarah glows as I say this, smiling at me.

  “Well,” I say. “I’d better be going. I’m headed out for a moment. I wa
nt you to treat this young lady with the utmost respect, Cindy. She’s a special friend, and I don’t want her to have to do all the dirty jobs like all the other employees. Go easy on her, OK?”

  Cindy nods her head, obviously confused.

  “See you soon, Sarah,” I say, winking at her as I walk away.

  Before I walk away, I point over Cindy’s shoulder and say, “Hey, what’s that?”

  Cindy turns and I use the opportunity to slap Sarah’s ass.

  Sarah giggles and I give her a smirk.

  “See you later,” I say, mouthing a kiss at her.

  “What was that noise?” says Cindy, turning around.

  I start laughing as I get back on the elevator. Cindy’s been there forever but she never did seem too bright to me. Sarah, on the other hand, has that special spark to her. I’m going almost die waiting for the next time I can get close to her.

  Sarah

  “Oh no,” I groan out loud, sitting on the toilet as I check the electronic calendar on my smart phone. “This is not good. Not good. Not good.” I repeat these words over and over to myself like some kind of a mantra.

  It’s been over a week and I haven’t had my period. While getting accustomed to my new job, I guess I forgot about it somehow.

  It’s been a somewhat busy month for me, just with adapting to the new job, which is a hell of a lot harder than it sounds. Ask anyone who’s cleaned for a big company, and I’m sure they’ll tell you how tough it is. John hasn’t been around, since he’s spending an extra week in California, but we’ve been exchanging a lot of text messages.

  But back to what’s going on.

  I’ve missed my period.

  I never miss my period.

  “What’s going on in there?” comes my mom’s screechy voice from the other side of the door. I can almost picture her face looking all scrunched up and concerned.

  “Nothing,” I say.

  “Are you having indigestion again?” says my mom.

  “Yeah,” I say, grateful for an excuse. “That’s what’s going on.”

  “It doesn’t sound like you have indigestion,” says my mom, her voice growing shriller through the door. “When your stomach is upset your voice gets all funny.”

  “Kind of like your voice?” I say, instantly regretting that I said it.

  “That’s no way to talk to your mother,” says my mom.

  “I know,” I say. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m just not feeling well.”

  “You’ve missed your period, haven’t you?” says my mom.

  “No,” I say, annoyed that my mom is sometimes so good at getting what’s happened to me. “Absolutely not. I had it last week.”

  I can hear my mom grumbling as she walks away from the door, muttering things under her breath.

  I grab my phone from my pants that are down around my ankles and call Janet.

  “What’s up?” says Janet.

  “I missed my period,” I say, whispering as quietly as I can into the phone.

  “Oh my God!” says Janet, in a breathless voice. It almost sounds like she heard the news herself. Sometimes Janet can be a little over dramatic.

  “It’s not that bad, right?” I say, trying to keep my voice calm.

  “Are you crazy?” says Janet. “It is that bad. Whose is it? How did this happen? How did you get this one past me? I thought I had my eye on you.”

  “You had your eye on me? What the hell does that mean?” I say, forgetting to whisper.

  “Who are you talking to in there?” says my mom, apparently reappearing on the other side of the bathroom door.

  “No one,” I say.

  “What did you say?” says Janet. “How could no one at all impregnate you?”

  “I better just meet you in person,” I say. “Can you meet me for coffee at our regular spot during my lunch break?”

  “Sure,” says Janet, hanging up the phone right after that.

  “I’m headed out,” I say to my mom, rushing past her so that she won’t have time to question me or my motives.

  “You always have some problem,” says my mom. “You’re always rushing off somewhere.”

  As I head out the door, I get a text from John, “Coming back to NYC this afternoon. Want to meet up?”

  Ugh. I don’t know how to deal with John’s text right now. I can still see his perfectly tapered body and muscular shoulders, his perfect hair, not to mention his massive cock rock hard in front of me…that one night. I’ve waited so long to see him again. And now the problem with him being my employer is completely resolved. He didn’t seem to care. He blew my mind that day when he came down to the basement. But now there’s a whole new problem.

  Wait, I say to myself, catching my swirling thoughts just in time. You don’t yet know that you’re pregnant with John’s baby. This might just be a fluke. After all, women miss their periods for all kinds of reasons, not just being pregnant.

  I don’t respond to his text and put my phone away as I get on the subway.

  The morning at work is normal as usual. Despite John telling Cindy to go easy on me, she’s about as strict with me as she is with everyone else. Once in a while, she gives me an easier chore to do, but other times she seems intent on showing me that she’s not going to give me special treatment just because I know the CEO.

  “I’m headed out for lunch,” I say, to Cindy, who’s standing with her clipboard as always, watching all the other cleaners carefully.

  “Just don’t be late, and make sure to clock out.”

  “I always clock out,” I say.

  Cindy rolls her eyes. She never believes her employees, no matter what. It seems to be one of her personal managerial policies.

  “So what’s the deal?” says Janet, who’s already sitting down in the coffee shop, some insanely overpriced cold coffee drink in front of her.

  “I missed my period,” I say.

  “Oh my God!” says Janet, covering her mouth.

  “I already told you that on the phone,” I say.

  “I know, I know,” says Janet. “But it’s worse hearing it in person.”

  “Come on,” I say. “Aren’t you supposed to be like playing the role of the supportive friend right now.”

  “I don’t know how I can do that,” says Janet, starting to rearrange her hair. “This is bad. Really bad.”

  “Wow,” I say. “You’re a lot of help.”

  “Fine, if you want me to help you, then let’s go get you a pregnancy test. Or have you taken one already?”

  I shake my head. “I haven’t done one yet. But do you think it’s really necessary? Maybe I should just wait longer and see what happens. I mean, who knows, maybe I’ll get my period later today…”

  “Who did you have sex with?” says Janet, cutting me off.

  “What do you mean?” I say.

  “Why didn’t you tell me? Was it that guy at the party?”

  I nod my head slowly.

  “How could you?” says Janet.

  “He’s really hot,” I say. “It had been so long. Plus, it had been a really, really long time for me…it was wonderful really.”

  “I can’t believe it,” says Janet, shaking her head. “You didn’t even tell me.”

  “Well,” I say. “I guess I’m going to have to be the responsible one. Let’s go get a pregnancy test and I can do it in the bathroom here.”

  “Who is that guy, anyway?” says Janet, while we’re walking through the aisles of the pharmacy.

  I’m full of nerves like I never have been before. I feel like I might pass out at any moment just from anxiety.

  “He’s actually my boss,” I say. “He didn’t know it at the time, but he had just hired me…”

  “You’re insane,” says Janet, simply, her face not reacting at all to the news. “How do you think you’re going to have your boss’s baby? This is just insane…”

  “First of all,” I say. “I don’t know that I’m pregnant yet. And second of all…”


  “Come on,” says Janet, dragging me from the cash register to the bathroom in the back of the store.

  “I thought we were going to do the test at the coffee shop?”

  “Who can wait for that?” says Janet.

  She pushes me not so gently into a stall in the bathroom and tells me sternly to drop my pants and do the test.

  “Pink is good, right?” I say.

  “No,” says Janet, simply.

  I come out of the stall and the world seems to be spinning beneath me. I don’t know what to do. I can’t keep calm now. I feel like I’m having an anxiety attack. Having a baby wasn’t in the plan for me… I was going to get myself an apartment. I was going to start dating John. I was going to go back to school…

  “It’s going to be OK,” says Janet, becoming sweet and speaking to me softly and calmly. “It’s going to be OK, Sarah. Plenty of women have had babies.”

  “Not their billionaire boss’s baby,” I say, before passing out. My vision goes blank. That’s the last thing I remember before waking up in the hospital.

  “Well,” says Sarah. “You’re definitely pregnant. They ran an ultrasound on you while you were passed out.”

  I groan.

  “It’s going to be OK,” says Janet again, which only makes me groan harder.

  I take the pillow and push it over my face.

  I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it.

  “They say the baby’s going to be healthy and there’s nothing wrong with you medically at all,” says Janet. “You just had a garden variety panic attack. Happens to a lot of women when they find out they’re pregnant, apparently.”

  “OK,” I say.

  Inside, I’m trying to talk myself out of this anxiety, by saying things like “It’s ok, Sarah. You can do this. You’ve been through harder stuff than this before. You can get out of it. You can beat this.”

  “First thing’s first,” says Janet, speaking to me in an annoyingly motherly tone, as if she knows exactly what I need to do and how I need to do it. “You need to tell the father.”

  I shake my head.