Two Years Later…
It’s Monday morning and I strut into the office like I own the place… which, technically, I guess I do.
“Morning, Boss.” Ava, my twenty-one-year-old assistant rushes towards me with a cup of coffee in her hand. She passes me the drink and raises her eyes brows expectantly.
I’ve just got back from a birthday weekend in the Bahamas with Zane, and I can see by the look on her face she’s gagging to hear all about it.
Pretending like I don’t see it, I glide between cubicles, greeting everyone and making small talk.
When we finally get to my office, Mikhaila closes the door behind us and clamps her hands together in front of her chest. “So,” she says, almost brimming over with excitement, “how was it?”
“It was alright,” I say, sitting down and donning an air of casual nonchalance. “Okay, if you really must know… it was amazing. It was like I died and went to heaven. I’m thinking we might need to do a whole month's worth of articles on island life. Maybe we should just move the whole office down there. Next to the beach. Mojitos in one hand and tablets in the other. Foot massages in the morning. Shoulder massages for lunch. And then romantic walks along the beach with the dark, blue sea glistening beside us, and the sound of the waves hitting the shore, and the distant hubbub from the resort in the distance as you lie down and spread your legs and —”
Oops…
I tidy the papers on my desk in a lame attempt to hide the embarrassment I feel. It can be hard to maintain an air of professionalism when you've just spent the weekend have mind-blowing sex in paradise.
Ava doesn’t even seem to notice. She just sits on the side of my desk and looks out the window with a dreamy expression written all over her face. I’ve only known her for about a year, but we’ve formed a close bond. More of a sisterly bond, than a boss-employee type relationship. Although, she’s amazing at her job, and I’ve never once had to reprimand her or give her a good tongue lashing.
“It sounds dreamy,” she gushes. “I wish I could find my big dark, handsome stranger.”
“You will,” I tell her, turning on my computer and trying to get my mind into work mode. “Besides, you’re crazy young. You’ve got all the time in the world. And you’re gorgeous.”
She beams at the compliment, and her mouth opens to say something, but she’s interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I say, opening my emails and acting like I’ve been hard at work since the moment I sat down… instead of gossiping about holidays and boys.
I notice Mikhaila stand up and start to head out of the office, but I don’t look up. Instead, I scrunch up my nose and read an advert for a nice pink blouse like it’s the most important thing in the whole world.
Most of my employees are absolute legends, but I like to maintain the persona of a bass-ass, no-nonsense work fiend. Even if it is a Monday morning, and my mind is still a few thousand miles to the south... on a pristine, island beach with a fruity, alcoholic beverage in my hand.
A gentle cough breaks my faux-concentration and I look up to see Zane standing in front of me.
“What are you doing here?” I gasp, jumping up and kissing him. We've only been apart less than an hour, but it was already starting to feel like an eternity.
“I thought I’d surprise you,” he growls. “Maybe take you out for breakfast.”
“Breakfast?” I ask, cocking my eyebrow in what I hope is a deeply arousing, gesture. “And where exactly do you plan on taking me.”
“Right here,” he grunts, reaching behind him and locking the door all in one swift motion. “On the desk.”
“I was hoping that might be the kind ofmealyou were talking about.”
I pull him by his tie to my desk and open my legs so her can push his hardness against my opening. He kisses me passionately. Our tongues dance against each other. His hand runs up my side and squeezes my breast. The phone is digging into my ass, but I don’t even care.
“Wait,” I say, “there’s something I have to tell you.”
He nuzzles his face against my cheek and his fingers slide through my wet, silken folds. “Can’t it wait,” he moans, “I’m kind of in the middle of something here.”
“Yeah, you are,” I laugh, unable to resist the lame joke. “But, no… seriously, there’s something I have to tell you.”
I push him back gently and look into his eyes. I don’t know why, but I’m nervous as hell. My heart beats in my chest like it’s having a competition with the construction crew outside to see who can make the most noise.
Taking a big gulp, I decide to just go for it.
“I’m pregnant.”
“Yes!” He shouts so loud, I’m pretty sure everyone in the whole building heard him. His face lights up like he’s a child and it’s Christmas, and he just found out that Santa Claus has given him everything he could ever possibly want.
He picks me up and spins me around and he keeps shouting out “yes, yes! This is amazing,” until I clamp my mouth over his in an attempt to keep him quiet. I don’t want all my staff to think we’re having sex in my office, even if that is what we were about to do. Although, considering the noises coming out of Zane’s mouth, it would probably give me some serious respect points.
“Quiet,” I whisper, “besides, I’m not totally sure. I did a test this morning on the way in. And I’m pretty late.”
“Just one test?” he asks. “We need to get you to a doctor. Make this thing official.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the office.
Ava catches up beside me as we hurry to the exit. “Where you going, boss?” she asks. “We’ve got a meeting in ten.”
“Do it without her,” Zane says. “Something's come up. We've got a very important meeting to get to.” He stops walking and kisses me gently. "This woman's about to make me the happiest man alive... again."
