OLDER MAN: The Secretary's Secret Baby (Best Friend Brother Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult Sport Comedy Romance) by Alexandra Stone Page A

know his name.  I was definitely a slut.
    The only positive thing was I never had to see Buzzcut again.
    When Monday morning finally rolled around, I was glad to have work to distract me.  I got up at five in the morning, which was extra early for me, and I spent hours getting ready.  It’s important to make a good first impression.
    I had a new pencil skirt, purchased Saturday, and heels of just the right height—tall enough to show I was fashionable and in command, but not so tall that I looked like I was trying too hard.  My silk blouse fit perfectly, although it stretched at the top button a bit.  I spent an hour curling my hair, which had spent the whole weekend in a pony tail.  Before I left my apartment, I checked myself out in the mirror.  Oh, yeah, I looked like a powerhouse business woman.
    On my walk to work, I turned more than a few heads, which was good for my ego.  Even the desk-man at my office building raised an eyebrow.  I guess I had a certain spring in my step, and I hadn’t dressed this fashionably in a long while. 
    When I opened the glass door to MacKenzie and Phelps, I realized I was probably the last one to arrive.  And I wasn’t the only one seeking to make a good impression on the new boss.  My entire department, which consisted of women, was dressed to the nines.  You’d think we all worked at Elle, instead of at a product branding—i.e., image-making—company. 
    “Is he here yet?” I asked my assistant.
    “No,” Emily said.  “Not yet.  We all hope he’s not mean.  Mister Fenton had been so nice to work for.”  Technically, as independent contractors, they all worked for me, and I worked for the new boss, but I didn’t correct Emily. 
    At nine on the dot a heightened murmur came from the contractor bullpen.  When I looked up from my desk, you would have thought Brad Pitt had popped in.  From the tracks of their gazes, I could tell the eye-magnet was heading to my office.  Wanting to look busy, I buried my head in my work.
    There was a knock on the glass door to my office, which stood open.  “Victor Andrews here to see you,” Emily said.
    “Thank you, Emily, I replied.
    I looked up from my desk, and…holy shit!  There stood Buzzcut, all suited up and GQ-y.  My breath caught in my throat.
    “Nancy Tengler, I presume,” he said.  “I’m your new boss, Victor Andrews.”  He didn’t even acknowledge that we’d already met.  There was a chance he didn’t recognize me without my hair in a pony tail, but I supposed it more likely he was being discrete because Emily was within earshot.  Still, he had a twinkle in his eye.  His attraction to me was still clear.  Good.
    If he wasn’t going to acknowledge we’d already met, then neither would I.  Standing up, I strode over to him and extended my hand.  “Nancy,” I said, introducing myself.  “Pleased to meet you, for the very first time, Buzz…I mean, Mister Andrews.”
    “Yes,” he said.  “Same here.  Corporate should have had us conference before today, but no matter.  We deal with things as they arise on my ship.  Call me Victor, please.”  He was acting as if he’d never met me!
    My face burned with shame as he shook my hand, and Victor smiled.  Of all the rotten luck!  Why did I go and have a one-night stand with my future boss?  What must he think of me?  Had he expected me to be there in the morning?  Was he angry that I snuck out?  If he was, he wasn’t showing it.  Victor Andrews was one cool character.  And boy, did he clean up nice.  He didn’t look at all like the cocky bar-crawler he’d been on Friday.
    “I’ll need your entire team gathered for a nine-thirty meeting,” Victor said.  “Time enough for us to catch up later.” 
    “Sure,” I said.
    What did he mean by that?  Catch up?  Was that code?  Did he expect to take me back to his apartment again?  Is that how he expected to catch up?  Sure, I’d just go back to the Granary Building and