Enemy Boss's Baby Surprise

Creating apps for Wynters Corp has been the best job in the world.
The only downside is my new boss…

Orlie Wynters is cold, distant,
and—let’s face it—just downright grumpy.

It’s enough that I have to put up with him at work,
but sharing a cabin with him up in the mountains just because of a stupid misunderstanding?

That sounds like my idea of hell.

The only thing that’d be worse is letting him have the cabin to himself.

I’d rather stay, even if it means arguing with him over every little thing.
Or seeing a side of him I have never seen.
Or catching very weird feelings about him and deciding to sleep with him.

It’s not my fault he’s too hot to resist…

I thought being back at work would break the spell, but things have only gotten even more intimate.

And that’s before I found out that I’m carrying Orlie Wynters’ baby…

Everything out here is completely different from the hubbub of LA
and California. 

I’ve needed to slow down. 

Suddenly, there’s a thumping sound. I look around for the source. I
hear it again, this time more clearly. I shoot my gaze in the direction of the
house. 

Shit. Is someone here? 

I shake it off. Keep
calm, Kira. There are going to be lots of noises out here you won’t be able to
identify, best to stay calm and – 

Thumping again. Louder this time. And clearly not nothing. 

It’s plenty possible some transient made camp out here. Although Amy
mentioned the property was managed by some sort of company out here. It’d be
strange if they didn’t notice anything. 

I don’t keep weapons. But I did pick up a can of bear spray at
Quentin’s. 

I feel the blood rush from my face when I realize it could be a
bear. What kind of bears do they have out here? Grizzlies, surely. 

God, this was a horrible idea, to come out here on my own, wasn’t
it? 

I grab the bear spray and tiptoe toward the cabin. I climb the steps
and stand in front of the door. I peek in through one of the windows. Doesn’t
look like anyone is inside. I guess that would be a good sign if the
alternative to a human wasn’t a fucking bear. 

I
hear the sloshing of water from the back. Could it be a bear playing in the hot
tub? Maybe they’ll get footage on their security cameras and sell the video to
America’s Funniest Home Videos or something.

Thinking about a bear playing in a hot tub certainly alleviates my
worry. But only for a moment. 

I tiptoe down the veranda that encircles the building, closer and
closer to the noise of shifting water. 

I hear a deep sigh and freeze. 

That’s definitely the sigh of a person. 

Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t –

I’m officially panicked. I’m not going to creep around here on pins
and needles any longer. I need to know what the hell I’m up against. I round
the corner of the house with my bear spray held up in front of me. “Stay back!”
I shout. “I have a…” 

My jaw falls when I find myself staring at Orlie Wynters. And not
just any version of Orlie Wynters. 

A very naked version. 

And
instead of looking away…I just stare at him. His chest is pale and looks like
it’s been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. The muscles and skin are taut,
creeping down into a deep vee that frames his pelvis and then there’s his…

“Kira!” 

That snaps me out of my trance. 

“What the –” Orlie scrambles and grabs a towel, encircling it around
himself. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

I open my mouth to speak, but my mouth is so dry no words happen. I
rub my tongue against the roof of my mouth to gather some saliva. “I w-w-was
just about to ask you the same thing.” 

Orlie clutches the towel around his waist, his chest heaving from
the shock. 

Why
does his body have to be just as perfect as I imagined it?

“Let’s
go inside,” he says in his stiff upper lip way, staring right through me as if
I could be any of his employees, not one he danced with two weeks ago with a
full erection in his pants. “Then we can talk.”