Page 45 of Boss's Baby Surprise

It was my turn to shrug. “I really don't know, Kyle. But why did you automatically jump to my being in a relationship? You didn’t ask if I was babysitting or if the kid was my nephew. Why on earth would you think I was in a relationship with somebody else after I spent the night with you?”

I finished the drink with a single long gulp. “You’re not in a relationship. You’re not married. You’re not divorced. Then who is the kid, Clarissa?”

She looked shocked.

After letting this eat me up for a week, she was right. I needed to be asking different questions. I wanted to know who the kid was and why she was in the park playing with him.

As I waited for her answer, that voice in the back of my head reminded me,and this is why I wasn’t supposed to be fooling around with the intern again. Not only was it not professional and completely inappropriate, but she also tied my insides up to the point where I couldn’t think straight.

It wasn't any of my business who she saw or if she had kids. The second I took her back into my life and into my bed, I needed to know everything there was about her. Not knowing something this major ruined my entire week.

She stared at the unfinished drink in front of her. Having seen how she reacted the first couple of sips, I figured she was contemplating whether it was worth finishing the drink or not. Surprisingly enough, she picked it up and tossed it back. Her entire body quaked, and she made the most unattractive grimace as she clearly did not enjoy the drink. She nodded at my drink. “You might want another one of those before I tell you anything.”

I waved down the bartender

“Give me another one of these. Do you want anything?” I asked Clarissa.

She shook her head. “Can I just get a Coke?”

“Rum and Coke?” the bartender asked.

She shook her head. “Just Coke.”

“Coming right up.”

She drew squiggles in the condensation on the bar surface while we waited for our drinks. As soon as mine was in front of me, she nodded at it. “Drink up.”

“What gives?” I asked as I set the drink down after taking a sip.

She took a few long breaths in through her nose before letting them out. She let out a soft moan on a sigh. It was almost a whimper. “I’m not seeing anybody,” she repeated, “because I have a kid.”

I stared at her as she wrapped her lips around her straw and took a long sip of her pop.

“Okay,” I said. “Why didn't you tell me about him? Why keep him a secret?”

I wasn't going to judge her for having a kid. But I didn't understand.

She set her drink down and began playing with the corner of the napkin it was on. “I didn't tell you about him because I didn't want you to judge me too harshly.”

“Is he why you didn't finish school?” I asked.

She nodded.

“What about his father? Is he around to help out?”

She turned and looked me directly in the eyes. “No,” she said. “At the time, he was in Hong Kong.”

She stared at me for a long moment.

“What a coincidence. I was in Hong Kong.”

She continued to stare at me for a long time. I wasn't putting two and two together.

“I was in Hong Kong,” I repeated.

She nodded slowly.

“You’re telling me that I’m the boy’s father?”

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