Unprotected: A Secret Baby

Please god, just help me stop talking. Get a grip, Maggie! I scolded myself. Stop talking!

So taking a deep breath, my lips closed for a moment.

“Give me a sec to get that list.” And before he could tell me no, I waved and backed up. “Be right back!” was my merry call.

Moving like an Olympic sprinter, I dashed into the DoggyMart office and made a quick copy of the list of obedience schools and schedules. Grabbing the still-hot copies, I ran back to the dark man, chest heaving up and down like a heavyweight boxer.

Because I’m not a little girl.

I’m a curvy one.

And after all that running, my boobies heaved up and down, ass still swaying.

But this was work, so I shoved the printed list at the man with trembling fingers.

“Here you go,” came my breathy voice. Oh god, why did I sound so sexy? We were at DoggyMart for crying out loud, I should come across as friendly yet professional. “A list of doggy schools,” came my announcement, steadier then. Good.

And the man flashed another movie-star smile, reaching a huge hand to take the wobbling paper.

“Like I said, I’m just babysitting Bowzer, but I’ll definitely let my little sister know. Janine, god save her, dumped him on me to go backpacking through Europe. I’m stuck with this guy for two months.”

Oh wow, did I sense some sibling tension here? My eyes opened wide, lips parting.

“Well maybe you could take him to class on weekends then?” was my suggestion. Not thinking, I stuck my hands behind my back, and instantly my girls popped forwards on full display. They’re big Double Ds, lush and soft. Of course, the man’s eyes dropped to my creaminess, roving over the curves. Frankly, it happens with most guys. Skinny frames are what’s “in,” but trust me, men love sugar.

So rushing on, I babbled again nervously.

“A lot of times dogs just need attention, especially ones that are adopted.” Casually, I eased my hands back to my sides, but the man’s eyes didn’t move. That blue gaze drifted downwards, taking in my curvy hips, the big bottom that just wouldn’t quit. Oh god, this had to stop, this was so unprofessional.

“Can I help you find something else in the meantime?” I asked quickly, cheeks flushing. “Treats? Leashes? Pee pads?”

“Pee pads, huh?” the man drawled, that lazy smile growing even wider. “I think Bowzer’s past the pee pad phase, or at least he better be. Aren’t you boy?”

And obligingly, the pit bull bobbed his head up and down like he could understand.

“What else do you want Bowzer?” the dark man asked. “You want some food? Toys? Bones? This nice lady is gonna help us.”

And turning back, he flashed that smile again.

“Sure, I’m here for some dog food and whatever else Bowzer needs. Like I said, my sister dumped him on me with no notice, just a food bowl and a half-eaten bag of kibble. So we need to buy everything.”

I nodded.

“Okay no problem,” was my agreeable nod. “Let me show you our selection. We carry every premium brand of dog food plus a couple ones that just came on the market. Does Bowzer eat organic? Is he vegan?”

The dark man looked at me like I couldn’t be serious. But I nodded seriously.

“Believe it or not, there are a couple pet owners who prefer their dogs to eat vegan. So SciencePlus just put out a new type of dog food formulated from lentils and sweet potatoes. It’s supposed to taste just like meat.”

The dark man snorted like he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Bowzer’s a pit bull,” came his drill reply. “I think we’ll pass on the vegan treats.”

My smile was understanding.

“Just wanted to make sure you knew. Follow me, please.”

And with that, I spun on one heel, walking briskly to Aisle Three.

“Here it is,” I gestured to a vast array of foods, stacked from floor to ceiling, every kind possible.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” were my breezy words, and then I was gone.

“Thanks,” his deep voice called after me. “Thanks a million.”

So maybe there was some sarcasm there. Maybe this wasn’t a guy who appreciates vegan doggie meals and animal treats fortified with goji berries and quinoa. But hey, canines can be like humans. Or more accurately, humans are humans no matter what, and pet owners can be picky parents.

So I waltzed off, cheeks still slightly pink. Hopefully, I’d redeemed myself with my encyclopedic knowledge of dog food. Ha. Hardly. More like the alpha thought I was a nitwit who talked to much, a total nincompoop when it came to men.

Because it’s true actually. I’m a virgin so my experience with the male sex isn’t exactly extensive. It’s close to zero. That time with Marty Jenkins doesn’t count because I couldn’t bear to let him get within two inches of me, even though he tried.