I am so glad you guys like this fic. I am not a writer and I was kind of
apprehensive about posting it. Well here chapter three. ENJOY!
~I disclaim~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " THAT DIRTY, ROTTEN RAT!" Mimi pounded her delicate fist for emphasis.
Up and down the length of the conference table, heads turned in their direction as Chloe shushed her friend. Scooting her chair closer to Mimi's, she whispered, " Can we just not talk about it?" " Your boyfriend walks out on you after two years and you don't want to talk about it?"
Of course she didn't want to talk about. Her Co-workers surrounded them. The Monday morning meeting would start less than ten minutes, and if Jack, their program director, heard about it, he's find some way to exploit it. She hadn't meant to tell anyone. " I don't want to talk about it here," Chloe tried again. " you don't want to talk about what?" She looked up to see Brady standing right behind her. He wore what she teasingly referred to s his uniform: worn jeans, dingo boots and an un-tucked, unbuttoned, plaid shirt over a particularly ratty T- shirt. As always, he exudes a scruffy, I don't give a damn charm that makes women melt.
Make OTHER women melt she mentally corrected herself. She spent a lot time shoring up her defenses against men like Brady-the wild, untamable ones. She'd pack her heart dry before she let herself melt over a man like Brady. Not that she was the melt-able type. And if she was, she'd melt over a man's accurate day planner and sound five-year plan, not his devil-may-care grin and tousled hair. Especially not when they belonged to the man who, at the moment, had the power to her life miserable. He was the only one who knew she was pregnant. Besides Phillip, who had scurried to safety when he heard the news. It seemed he was commitment- phobe, as well. Too bad she hadn't recognized it- until tonight.
What a waste of her time and energy. Phillip had seemed like such a safe choice. Two years of stupefying business dinners and coma-inducing dates only to find out steady and responsible weren't the same things after all.
If she wanted to end up pregnant and alone she could have accomplished that dating someone considerably more fun than Phillip. Someone wild and sexy. Someone like.Brady.
Not Brady, of course-she'd never sate anyone from work-but someone like him. it was a moot point, because instead of knee-weakening and irresponsible, she'd chosen boring and irresponsible. Either she figured too many irresponsible men knew about her pregnancy.
" Nothing," she insisted. She tried to kick Mimi's leg but missed and stubbed her toes on the table pedestal.
" Phillip dumped Chloe," Mimi announced just as Brady slid into to the chair on Chloe's other side. " he did what?" Brady's roar silenced all other conversation and had heads turning in their direction. Before he could blurt out anything else, she grabbed his hand and yanked him close enough to whisper, " tell anyone about happened and you're dead man."
He raised his eyebrows in question but said nothing. Unfortunately, most of the eyes around the table were still focused on them. A moment later Jack came on. He paused just inside the door, obviously surprised by the dead silence. " What's up?" Jack looked around the room. The half dozen other people shrugged. Mimi, however, shifted in her chair and flipped through here notepad, pretending she hadn't heard. " Mimi," Jack called " Yes: she looked up innocently. " What's up" She shrugged for an answer, but ultimately caved. " Chloe's boyfriend dumped her."
~I disclaim~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " THAT DIRTY, ROTTEN RAT!" Mimi pounded her delicate fist for emphasis.
Up and down the length of the conference table, heads turned in their direction as Chloe shushed her friend. Scooting her chair closer to Mimi's, she whispered, " Can we just not talk about it?" " Your boyfriend walks out on you after two years and you don't want to talk about it?"
Of course she didn't want to talk about. Her Co-workers surrounded them. The Monday morning meeting would start less than ten minutes, and if Jack, their program director, heard about it, he's find some way to exploit it. She hadn't meant to tell anyone. " I don't want to talk about it here," Chloe tried again. " you don't want to talk about what?" She looked up to see Brady standing right behind her. He wore what she teasingly referred to s his uniform: worn jeans, dingo boots and an un-tucked, unbuttoned, plaid shirt over a particularly ratty T- shirt. As always, he exudes a scruffy, I don't give a damn charm that makes women melt.
Make OTHER women melt she mentally corrected herself. She spent a lot time shoring up her defenses against men like Brady-the wild, untamable ones. She'd pack her heart dry before she let herself melt over a man like Brady. Not that she was the melt-able type. And if she was, she'd melt over a man's accurate day planner and sound five-year plan, not his devil-may-care grin and tousled hair. Especially not when they belonged to the man who, at the moment, had the power to her life miserable. He was the only one who knew she was pregnant. Besides Phillip, who had scurried to safety when he heard the news. It seemed he was commitment- phobe, as well. Too bad she hadn't recognized it- until tonight.
What a waste of her time and energy. Phillip had seemed like such a safe choice. Two years of stupefying business dinners and coma-inducing dates only to find out steady and responsible weren't the same things after all.
If she wanted to end up pregnant and alone she could have accomplished that dating someone considerably more fun than Phillip. Someone wild and sexy. Someone like.Brady.
Not Brady, of course-she'd never sate anyone from work-but someone like him. it was a moot point, because instead of knee-weakening and irresponsible, she'd chosen boring and irresponsible. Either she figured too many irresponsible men knew about her pregnancy.
" Nothing," she insisted. She tried to kick Mimi's leg but missed and stubbed her toes on the table pedestal.
" Phillip dumped Chloe," Mimi announced just as Brady slid into to the chair on Chloe's other side. " he did what?" Brady's roar silenced all other conversation and had heads turning in their direction. Before he could blurt out anything else, she grabbed his hand and yanked him close enough to whisper, " tell anyone about happened and you're dead man."
He raised his eyebrows in question but said nothing. Unfortunately, most of the eyes around the table were still focused on them. A moment later Jack came on. He paused just inside the door, obviously surprised by the dead silence. " What's up?" Jack looked around the room. The half dozen other people shrugged. Mimi, however, shifted in her chair and flipped through here notepad, pretending she hadn't heard. " Mimi," Jack called " Yes: she looked up innocently. " What's up" She shrugged for an answer, but ultimately caved. " Chloe's boyfriend dumped her."