Chapter 8 firing the sexy secretary
Parkers hospital stood tall, splashed with calming colors. Stepping into the reception, she got her card, after which she was called in. “Hey, I am Dr rose and I will be your gynecologist, do feel relaxed in my presence.” The beautiful smile adorning her face made me smile at her, she had been a matronly woman, warm and welcoming. Sitting down she started with simple questions and with time, she had grace cracking her ribs over a story about her grandson who had managed to climb over her dog, trying to drive him like a car. This had ended up with the poor child squashed beneath the dog, though breathless with laughter.
As the doctor took her blood pressure, she could not help but go back to her frequent dreams. Something told her that the young girl she usually saw was herself. She could not recall much of her past but the sadness within that young face resonated with her very being. From afar, she heard her doctor ask how far along she was, and almost robotically, she answered three months. Her little bundle of joy was probably developing her toes and nails and even her genitals. Very soon she would be able to distinguish whether she had a boy or a girl, which really excited her.
After a few questions on how her pregnancy was doing, the doctor prescribed some vitamins, then advised her to avoid stressful situations as her blood pressure was wanting. After the checkup, she decided to pass by the market and do some window shopping. Stepping out of the hospital she called Anna where they met at Fabiola’s coffee, a spot where they shared most of their coffee from. That place was heavenly, honestly, they could spin a mean cup of coffee.
Settling on a seat facing a large window, she ordered her coffee. Anna made it to the coffee shop in record time and in minutes they were laughing off loudly. After a crazy talk and pouring out her heart to Anna, they took off for shopping. First, they went to a children’s store. There were so many delicate items, small socks, tiny pants, in pink and blue, frilly tiny dresses were on display and there and then she was sold. Remembering that her budget was tight, she decided to just do window shopping as she waited to know the sex of her baby.
Her baby would not lack in anything, she would see to it. They moved towards the furniture store and she fell in love with one pink crib. She decided that regardless of the sex of the baby, she would purchase that. It looked so pretty, imagining her baby inside there filled her with fulfillment. Several stores later, having indulged in some ice cream cones and delectable cake, they moved towards their house, both tired. In her arms, she held several bags, within which were several clothes for the office as well as some baby clothes she couldn’t help but buy.
Alex struggled to keep his anger at bay, his secretary was late, and lately, anything she did irritated him. First, she came dressed like a slut to the office. Her derriere held in a tight short black skirt which left little to the imagination, her top looked undersized, the top three buttons unable to be buttoned. If it had been at another time, he would have enjoyed watching, but she had done that knowing that he had a meeting with an older couple regarding the expansion of their hotel into their nation. The couple was known to be old-fashioned and her secretary had made things hard.
She had strutted into the office in ridiculously tall heels, breasts almost spilling out of her top, her skirt nearly splitting. If that had been the only thing, it would have been understandable, throughout the whole meeting, she spent the whole time throwing seductive glances at him. Why could she not see that her behavior was wanting, this was an office, not a brothel. Surviving on his steel strength, he held his anger in until the clients had left.
Asking her into the office, he looked for words that would seem a bit more appropriate but the only thing that left his mouth was “you are fired.” Flinging herself to him, her mouth formed a hollow as a cry of surprise erupted from her. “Please sir do not fire me I’m sorry I won’t repeat it… please sir give me one more chance I will prove myself.” At this point, her eyes were red, every sign of perfectly made face disappearing under the smudged mascara running along with her tears.
Somehow, as she heaved heavily, her fourth button had managed to come undone and he really could not help the spurt of disgust. True he had a healthy libido; his week had been fine other than his inability to drive a certain someone from her mind. If it had been four weeks ago, he would not have minded a tumble in the sheets, but right now he wanted professional work. After his spurt of anger, he realized that maybe he needed a drink and a relaxing weekend.












