Dear Mr. Chairman, I Want to Have Your Baby

I have a crush on Mr. Lee, the chairman of the board at O'Connell, Thompson, and Taylor Enterprises, the company where I clean.

One night, I get a little tipsy and blurt out to him, "You're so freaking hot. I want to have your baby."

FML.

To my surprise, he ends up taking my words seriously...

***A standalone story in the OTT Enterprises series featuring alpha male businessmen and the women they want to make theirs. Warning: this story is full of over-the-top instalove! Enjoy!***

WORD COUNT: 4,500

Excerpt:

"I'm sorry for inconveniencing you," I say. And I'm sorry for saying I want to have your baby. I'm too embarrassed to say the second apology out loud.

"You're not an inconvenience." He touches my hair, causing electricity to go through my body. Should he be touching my hair like that?

But I can't deny that a part of me likes him touching me.

He nods at the food. "You should eat before your breakfast gets cold."

For some reason, he stares at me as I eat. I'm tempted to ask him, What are you looking at? But I don't want to jeopardize my job any further, so I eat in silence. Fortunately, the food is delicious enough that I'm (mostly) able to ignore him.

After I finish my orange juice, I let out a breath and tell him, "Um, I'm sorry about what I said last night. It was unprofessional, and I hope it won't affect my employment — "

"I don't want you working anymore."

I blink. "What?"

"I don't want you cleaning the office anymore."

Tears sting my eyes. I want to shout curses at him, but he is justified in firing me. I drank stolen champagne on company property. I'm considering going on my knees and begging him to reconsider his decision when he says:

"I can't have the mother of my children be on her feet all day."