Billionaires and Baby Rattles(2)

Ethan nodded. “I can see it on your face you’re happy. I hope the father is too. He is a lucky guy.”

This time her face became clouded, and her lips firmed to a disapproving line. “He’s not in the picture.”

“Do I need to hit someone a few times?” Ethan growled. “Is it that guy from the seventh floor, the stockbroker? What’s his name, Kyle Bradshaw?”

“Well, y-yes…” Mya pointed a finger at him. “You, Mr. Tremaine, are not to hit or harm him in any way. I took care of it myself.”

“How?” Ethan asked. The guy was an idiot if he thought he could do better than Mya.

“I told him I was pregnant. He laughed and said not by him—I probably had a few men in my bed. I kicked him in the balls and threw him out of my apartment,” Mya explained. “Honestly, it was over three months ago, four counting the last time we slept together and the conception time…I didn’t know I was pregnant. My cycle is finicky, so…I’m so sorry. You don’t want to hear any of this. Let’s just say it’s done and I’m good with my choices.”

“All right, I will respect your wishes, but if I see his cocky face, I may not be responsible for what happens,” Ethan said. “No two weeks’ notice, you can take that time off too. Sleep in and rest. You deserve it, Mya. You’ve worked harder than some of the old fogies here. I’ll make sure your severance package is generous. You’ve earned that and more.”

“I won’t take more than I am owed by my contract,” Mya answered as she got up. “I’m going to lunch early if that’s okay. I have an OB-GYN appointment.”

“We’ve got no meetings scheduled for today, and I’ll manage.” Ethan smiled. “You’ll need your rest now because in a few months, you may be doing the nighttime walk.”

“What do you know about that?” Mya’s lips curved in a smile as she reached for the doorknob.

“Remember Rodney, my racquetball partner?” he asked.

“The newscaster guy? Yes, I haven’t had your regular game on the schedule for a few weeks,” she answered.

“That’s because his wife gave birth six weeks ago, and he’s been too exhausted to think about racquetball,” Ethan explained. “He said they’re wearing a hole in the carpet walking the same route. The baby cries most of the night.”

“Sounds like colic. Tell them to try two ounces of warm mint tea in the bottle at night around seven. The baby will burp, and it will soothe the tummy ache associated with colic.”

As she spoke, Ethan couldn’t help thinking how much more beautiful she actually was now, and an idea formed in his head.

He nodded and smiled. “Thanks, I’ll call him and tell him. You enjoy your day, Mya, and congratulations on the baby.”

“Thanks, Ethan, for everything, and being an amazing boss,” Mya said softly.

Before he could answer, she was out the door, and in her usual way, she made sure the door was closed. She always waited to hear the click before he saw her shadow move away from behind the frosted glass.

Ethan sat back. His mouth became a grim line when he thought about Kyle Bradshaw and how he’d treated Mya. The prick probably looked down on her because he thought she was only an assistant. Little did he know that what Mya knew could dwarf what fit in Kyle’s pea brain. He wanted to break the guy’s face for Mya.

Beautiful Mya, her skin was a soft-colored cocoa, and her lips were absolutely delectable, full, soft, coral in color, and definitely kissable. She had a curvy body, with full breasts and long legs, and an ass that made you think, Have mercy, when she walked away. What was the old saying? She looked as good going as she did coming. He wanted to see her come, that was for sure.

The idea he’d pushed away earlier came back in full force. This time Ethan gave it his full attention. Mya could be the solution to his problem. A ready-made family, and she was someone he’d wanted in his life for a long time. He could be a father to her child and have the woman of his dreams. If she wanted to leave after one year of marriage, he’d make sure she could start her dream business. Would it work, or would she slap his face for being a jerk? There would be no way to know unless he posed the question. He’d go by her apartment later that night to discuss it with her.#p#分页标题#e#

Ethan tapped his pen against his chin as he sat back in his chair and smiled. It seemed the perfect solution had fallen into his lap.

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Mya opened the door of her apartment and sighed in pleasure. She thanked God that Ethan had given her the rest of the day off. She didn’t know if her queasy stomach could take a day of smelling fast food and everyone else’s cologne. What she’d thought was a case of the stomach flu ended up being a bun in the proverbial oven.