The Secretary's Secret

The angrier she became, the more amused he looked. “Must be something pretty important to get your panties in such a twist,” he teased, clasping the bag with two fingers and swinging it just out of her reach. Why did he have to be so darned tall? “If you want it so badly, come and get it.”

She slung her hands up in defeat. “Fine, look if you have to. If you find tampons so thoroughly interesting.”

Tampons. Didn’t she wish.

He raised a brow at her, as if he wasn’t sure he should believe her or not. As he lowered the bag, uncurling the edge to take a peek, she lunged for him. Her fingers skimmed the bag and he jerked his arm back, inadvertently flinging the test box out. In slow motion it spiraled across the room, hit the wall with a smack and landed label side up on the carpet.

Uh-oh.

For several long seconds time seemed to stand still, then it surged forward with a force that nearly gave her whiplash.

Nick looked at the box, then at her, then back at the box and all the amusement evaporated from his face. “What the hell is this?”

She closed her eyes. Damn, damn, damn.

“Zoë?”

She opened her eyes and glared at him. “What, you can’t read?”

She grabbed the bag from his slack fingers then marched over and snatched the box from the floor.

“Zoë, do you think you’re—”

“Of course not!” More like, God, she hoped not.

“Are you late?”

She gave him a duh look.

“Of course you are, or you wouldn’t need the test.” He raked a hand through his hair. “How late are you exactly?”

“I’m just a little late. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“We slept together over a month ago. How late is a little late?”

She shrugged. “Two weeks, maybe three.”

“Which is it, two or three?”

Oh, hell. She slumped into her desk chair. “Probably closer to three.”

He took a long deep breath and blew it out. She could tell he was fighting to stay calm. “And why am I just hearing about this now?”

“I thought maybe it was a virus or an infection or something,” she said, and he gave her an incredulous look. “I was in denial, okay?”

“Missed periods can happen for lots of reasons, right? Like stress?”

She flicked her thumbnail nervously back and forth, fraying the edge of the box. Stressed? Who me? “Sure, I guess.”

“Besides, we used protection.”

“Did we?”

He shot back an indignant, “You know we did.”

She felt a glimmer of hope. Condoms could fail, but the odds were slim. Maybe she really wasn’t pregnant. Maybe this was all in her head. “Even the last time?”

There was a pause, then he asked, “The last time?”

Suddenly he didn’t sound so confident. Suddenly he had an, Oh-damn-what-have-I-done? look on his face.

Her stomach began to slither down from her abdomen. “You know, against the wall, by the door. We used a condom then too, right?” she asked hopefully, as if wishing it were true would actually make it true.

He scratched the coarse stubble on his chin. The guy could shave ten times a day but he was so dark he almost always had a five o’clock shadow. “Honestly, I can’t remember.”

Oh, this was not good. She could feel her control slipping, panic squeezing the air from her lungs. “You can’t remember?”

He sat on the corner of her desk. “Apparently, you can’t either.”

He was right. That wasn’t fair. This was in no way his fault. “I’m sorry. I’m just…edgy.”

“If I had to guess, I would say that since I have no memory of using one, and my wallet was in the other room, we probably didn’t.”

At least he was being honest. Obviously they had both been too swept away by passion to think about contraceptives. But that had been what, their fourth time? Didn’t a man’s body take a certain amount of time to…reinforce the troops. Were there even any little swimmers left by then?

Leave it to her to have unprotected sex with a guy who had super sperm.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out for sure,” he said. “Taking the test here would probably be a bad idea, seeing as how anyone could walk into the bathroom. So would you be more comfortable taking it at your place or mine?”

This was really happening. With Nick of all people.

When she didn’t answer right away he asked, “Or is this something you need to be alone for?”

Being alone was the last thing she wanted. They were in this together. She didn’t doubt for an instant that he would be there for her, whatever the outcome. “We’ll do it at my house.”

He rose to his feet. “Okay, let’s go.”

Her eyes went wide. “You want to go now? It’s the middle of the workday.”

“It’s not like we’re going to get fired. I own the company. Besides, you know what they say.”

She thought about it for a second then said, “Curiosity killed the cat?”

He grinned. “There’s no time like the present.”

Three

Nick drove them the ten minutes to Zoë’s house in Birmingham. They didn’t say much. What could they say? Zoë spent the majority of her time praying, Please, God, let it be negative.