Page 1 of Rude Boss' Secret Baby
Prologue
Trey
Six Months Ago
Have you ever had one of those days that seems to have no end in sight? You know the ones. The ones where every time you get up, someone emails you? The ones where you can’t even take a bathroom break because of the emergencies flooding your desk? The ones where it seems as if the children won’t stop screaming, the cauldron won’t stop bubbling over, and every corner you turn has a nice, sharp Lego for your bare-ass feet?
Yeah, today sucked.
While I loved my secretary with all of my heart—mostly because she reminded me of my grandmother—only having her part-time was killing me. On the days she wasn’t at her desk, I could barely getmyshit done because I had to fieldherstuff. And the times she took vacation? Like right now? The entire week could kick rocks, as far as I was concerned.
“Another one?” the bartender asked.
I held up my empty glass before sliding it his way. “One more, but that’s it.”
He snatched up my glass. “You driving?”
I shook my head slowly. “Nah, but I still can’t wake up with a hangover. Too much at stake tomorrow.”
He chuckled. “Sounds like it’s pretty important.”
You have no idea.
I picked at my nail beds and sat there, waiting for my third scotch. I never drank scotch, usually. It burned too much and singed my nose hairs if I swallowed it the wrong way. But, today had sucked, and it brought me to a terrible conclusion I didn’t want to face yet.
I might have to fire my work mee-maw.
“What would ya like, sweetie?” the bartender asked.
I raised my eyes at the sound of the man’s voice, and I found a beautiful woman sitting at the other end of the bar. Wait, no-no. Not beautiful. The damned woman was drop-dead gorgeous.
“I’ll have a Jack and Coke, please,” she said.
Only strong women drink those kinds of drinks.
“Coming right up.” The bar tender handed me my glass.
I nodded mindlessly. “Thanks.”
Before I started staring at the unassuming woman who was playing around on her phone, I dropped my eyes back to my scotch. But, I was no longer interested in throwing it back and getting the hell out of Dodge. I suddenly had the urge to stay out a bit later, to nurse my drink a little slower than I had originally intended.
And as I kept stealing glances at this breathtaking woman, I drank in her features.
She had pin-straight brown hair that looked to be on her head in droves. The woman had the thickest hair I’d ever seen, and my fingertips ached to sink deep into the sea of softness. Even with the truncated view of her torso, I could tell she was a thicker woman, with curves like the waves of the sea and valleys like the craters of the earth. And her eyes… holy fuck. Her eyes were the bluest I’d ever seen. In the right glint of light, they almost looked photoshopped onto her face.
Dammit, I loved a thick-bodied woman.
“Sir?” the bartender asked.
His voice ripped me from my trance. “Yep?”
He handed me a shot. “Courtesy of the woman at the end of the bar.”
And when I looked back over toward her, I found her staring at me with a smile on her face before she waved her hand in my direction. Her curves were ready to lick, and she knew what she wanted in her life. I couldn’t let the opportunity pass me by.
So, I threw back the shot and scooped up my drink before making my way toward her end of the bar.
“Evening,” I said as I slid into the seat next to her.
