Baby for the Bosshole

My boss is a jerk but when I discovered him clutching his sausage and moaning my name, I made a mistake that I can't take back. Emmett Lasker is impossible to work for. He might be model handsome and stupidly wealthy, but he also has it out for me. He’s given me more last-minute and weekend requests than anyone else, ruining any plans I make. I should quit. And I will. Just as soon as I hit my two-year anniversary and earn out my signing bonus. But after a particularly awful day at work, a breakup (via text!), and my computer crashing, I’ve had enough! So at 11:59 Friday night, I barge into Emmett’s office to tell him what I really think of him. Only, that’s not what happens. AT ALL. There’s something about finding your ridiculously hot boss in a compromising position, moaning your name, that can derail a girl’s best intentions. And now? I’m pregnant. He wants to “do the right thing” and marry me. Yeah. That’s never gonna happen.