On my first day at work, I gave him a piece of my mind.

Told him exactly where he could shove his manners.



Then our eyes met, and time screeched to a halt.



His gaze stripped me bare, leaving me squirming and flushed.



They say never to mix business with pleasure.



But next came the hush-hush rendezvous, the stolen kisses,



And soon, my lingerie lay forgotten behind his office door.



It's becoming harder to keep things confidential,



Every moment our eyes meet,



We're devouring each other in the nearest hideaway.



Now I have a secret that can send everything crumbling down.



Two pink lines, I’m pregnant,



The secret will change everything: He's about to be a father.