My Bad Boy Boss's Secret Baby

I really was going slightly mad.

From what I could tell from the video, Nina was doing a lot better in the shop. The guys really seemed to be accepting her as one of them, which made me feel really good. It was nice to see her thriving, even if it wasn’t with me. Still, I held out hope that she might come around after she had time to work things out.

I gave myself a good slap and decided to focus on work. I couldn’t let my infatuation with Nina let me get sidetracked. Things were going well, and I wanted to keep them that way. I got so engrossed in work I barely noticed that, as usual, I was the last one at the shop. Actually, make that second last.

I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Nina was alone on the shop floor, rearranging the tools on the rack. Just like she did when she was waiting for me. Was she waiting then? Could I afford to take the chance that she wasn’t? Deciding that I definitely couldn’t, I got up and walked as casually as I could from the office. Hoping I wouldn’t be too far or too late.

She turned as I approached, though she didn’t move. Either toward me or away. I was nearly to her before she spoke.

“C-can we stop acting like silly kids?” she asked.

I was tempted to point out that she was the only one acting like a kid but stopped myself, knowing that it wasn’t exactly true.

“Sure,” I agreed, “there’s a show I think you’ll like, and I’d like to take you somewhere nice.”

“Sounds great,” she said.

Out of nowhere, she got up on her tip-ties, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. Nothing to lurid. Just a closed-mouth smooch on the lips. Almost innocent in its purity, which felt nice in a whole new way.

Going our separate ways for the moment, I tried to figure out what I would wear somewhere fancy. Most of my closet was full of matching T-shirt and jeans sets that, while weird, saved a lot of time. I was reasonably sure I had a suite somewhere. It was just a matter of finding it.

The suit, it turned out, was a dead end. I should have been able to guess that by the fact it had been nearly a decade since I’d worn it. Searching the recesses of my memory, I recalled that the suit had been safely stowed in a suitcase subtly slid under the bed.

With the care of an archaeologist, I excavated the dusty artifact. The suit wasn’t in much better condition. Fortunately, it was black and just needed a good going over with a lint brush. It even had a button-up shirt and thin white tie included as part of the entire combo, saving time and trouble. I was nothing if not organized.

“You look great,” Nina said when we met outside the garage an hour later.

I wanted to say something. Something charming, or failing that, at least remotely cool. Any of which was made very difficult by the fact that my jaw had quite definitely dropped.

I had seen such dresses before. Though only on billboards and such. Never on a real, breathing girl, standing right in front of me. Nina looked genuinely ravishing. The dress concealing, hugging, and showing her perfect body in just the right ways.

“Wow,” I said.

“Thanks,” she beamed.

“Must have been really expensive,” I blurted, realizing as I said it, I’d made a mistake.

“Oh, stop it,” she said breezily.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

John had told me about the show, hinting it might be the kind of thing Nina might like. This was before the last picnic, but it still seemed like a good idea. Mainly as I already had the tickets. The show was a revival of Noel Coward’s Easy Virtue. As we sat in the dark, listening to Texans approximate the Queen’s English, I felt Nina stroke my hand. Apparently, she made her mine up. I was happy but would have been happier if I’d been so decisive.

I knew it shouldn’t bother me. Everyone was different, after all. Though I just couldn’t help but wonder about her past and if we could ever really understand each other. It was hard to believe we could really ever have much in common, given our obviously different childhoods.

Nina was still giggling as we left the theater, both her arms wrapped around me. With only a bit of trouble, we got into the truck and drove down to the restaurant. My truck standing out in the parking lot like a sumo wrestler in a kindergarten. It wasn’t on purpose, but I saw right up Nina’s dress as she got down from the truck cab. Her lack of underwear immediately became apparent as my cock turned to stone in my pants.