“Not pregnant. Not pregnant,” I chant to myself as I get ready, as if the words will somehow become my reality.

After dinner with Cassi, we stopped by the drugstore and bought a test, but I can’t bring myself to take it, because once my fear is confirmed, I will have to tell Andre.

Then what? He pays me off, not wanting anything to do with the kid, or me? He doesn’t scream white picket fence, and there’s no way I can do this alone.

I’ll wait a few more days. There is still time for my period to come, right?

I’m exhausted. I’ve barely slept in weeks, and this constant nausea is not helping.

I slap on more makeup than I would normally wear to work, but at this point, whatever makes me feel like a normal human is worth the extra time in the bathroom.

I pull out my favorite blue dress, which compliments my eyes, and slip on my converse, grabbing some nude heels to throw into my bag as I head out the door.

Cassi’s working an event downtown, so I don’t catch her at our usual coffee spot on the way to the office.

I pick up a cappuccino to go and walk the last two blocks from the subway station, enjoying the sun on my face.

Maybe a little extra vitamin D will help me feel better.

“Think it’s the vitamin D that got you into this in the first place,” I mutter as I ascend the steps up to my office.

I’ve barely sat down at my desk when I get a notification for a new email.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: URGENT

My office. Now.

I groan before getting to my feet, grabbing a notebook and pen on my way out.

My heart rate spikes as I head down the corridor to Andre’s office, pausing to knock once.

“Come in.” His voice is rough. It sends an instant shiver down my spine and has an uncomfortable heat building between my thighs as I open the door to him perched on the edge of his desk.

Fuck, he really knows how to wear a suit. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, just enough buttons undone that I catch a glimpse of his dark chest hair.

I itch to run my hands over his skin, to feel the heat beneath my fingers as I explore him with my mouth?—

“You know you can’t subject every email as urgent.” I clear my throat and turn around, closing the door.

“Everything’s urgent when it comes to you, sweetheart.”

“You can’t call me that. I’d have to report you to HR.” I glance over my shoulder.

“Have you reported our night together to HR? Because I’m sure they’d love to know how I fucked you with my tongue, before taking you from behind, spilling onto that plump ass of yours.”

A choked sound escapes me as I turn around fully.

A smirk tugs on Andre’s lips as his eyes roam over my body.

“You look amazing in that dress.” His eyes flick to mine.

My cheeks heat, and I have to look away.

“Thank you,” I clear my throat again. “So, no assistant today? Ally wasn’t at her desk.”