My Bad Boy Boss's Secret Baby

“He works for himself,” I attempted.

“Ah, a man after my own heart,” Chad grinned. He waved to the waitress to buy us another round.

My pussy almost melted; he was so sexy. I started to tremble, hoping he wouldn’t notice. Out of nowhere, I felt something slip over my shoulders—Chad’s leather jacket.

“You looked cold,” he said as an explanation.

“Thanks.”

My nose was filled with the scent of his musky cologne as my gut lurched with guilt. I still hadn’t lied, yet, my learned moral code was yelling at me to tell the truth — the whole truth and nothing but the truth. That I was Nina Melissa Dunn, and my daddy was Big Earl Dunn of Dunn-Ross Oil. He was richer than God and owned dozens of classic cars.

It sat like a knot in the pit of my belly, threatening to come out at any time. I knew if it did, Chad probably wouldn’t like me much, and I could pretty much forget about my internship. I might still get through it, but I’d secretly been hoping to get a job at his garage. Impractical as it would have been.

“Can I confess something embarrassing?” Chad asked.

“Sure,” I said, happy to no longer be the center of attention.

“At first, when I first met you, I thought maybe you were some kind of princess. You know, a rich girl slumming it down here with us regular folk.”

I told myself not to blush. “No at all.” I almost choked on the lie.

It didn’t feel like “slumming it.” I had a genuine interest in auto mechanics and had no real problem with the “regular folk” I’d met. The other trainees had come around and Will, while upset I’d done the work he refused to do, seemed to get over it pretty fast. The idea of living in San Antonio and working at the garage didn’t scare me like it once might have. In fact, if I was honest with myself, it was what I wanted more than anything… except for becoming Chad’s partner, both in business and in life.

I wasn’t sure if Chad believed me, my lie being pretty feeble. Even if he didn’t, he thankfully dropped the subject. He finished his beers in a few swallows and turned to look at me. I thought maybe he was going to say it was time to go. Or we should just be friends or something like that.

It was sweet. Sudden and gentle. His lips meeting mine like nature had intended them to go together. Automatically I opened my mouth. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind it was what I was supposed to do, but I was going mostly on instinct at that point. Chad his tongue in, and I did my best to keep up as he gave me my first heavy make-out session. I got swept away on a wave of desire, lust, and hormones, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. Not thinking of what we were doing as anything other but wonderful and natural.

Finally, my trained response kicked in, and I pulled back, releasing Chad from my clutches.

“S-sorry,” he said, looking slightly dazed.

“Don’t be, it was great,” I said, more boldly than I imagined possible.

“As well as wrong,” Chad said, shaking his head, “I shouldn’t have done that with an employee, let alone a trainee.”

I was confused but knew in my heart he was right. He was my boss and an elder, both of which put him in a position of power over me as far as society was concerned. It didn’t seem to matter that I was an adult perfectly capable of making my own decisions. I wondered, not for the first time, when society was going to stop trying to ruin my life. Or at least everything fun and wonderful in it.

“I… yes, I guess you’re right,” I said with no conviction at all.Chapter Ten - NinaChad insisted on waiting with me until Auntie Blair arrived to pick me up. Not moving from his spot until I was safely in the Bug and driving away. I looked back and watched as he blended into the night, realizing I still had his jacket.

“Who was that hunk of handsome?” Auntie Blair asked with a smirk.

“My boss. We went for drinks after work.”

“No kidding. He does know your 21, right?”

“Yeah, he knows. It was just friendly. I only had one beer.”

“Good. As long as you’re being responsible,” she said.

For some reason, that vote of confidence for Auntie Blair made me feel better. She didn’t seem to care what I did as long as it wasn’t dangerous, and one beer after work really didn’t qualify. I neglected to mention that my boss was the only one there, and I’d been trying to wrangle a quasi-date, but it had gone so badly it didn’t seem to matter anymore.