Pregnant By The CEO by Cassandra Dee
Prologue
Kendall
“Oh ick,” I murmured, looking down at myself. There was blood on my shirt. It was just a small red spot at the hem that I’d missed, but still … blood was blood.
My friend Jenny looked over and nodded knowingly.
“No worries,” she consoled me, “just say it’s the sauce from one of the weird things we had at lunch.”
I looked over at her and laughed.
“Okay, but then I’d have to admit that I actually ate that stuff,” I said ruefully, “which is pretty hard to stomach.”
I was referring to the food of Meridon. Their cuisine is typical Eastern European, filled with heavy meat dishes, creamy sauces, and heavily spiced cooked veggies. It would have been an awesome culinary experience if I weren’t a vegetarian but seeing that I was, I was basically subsisting on stale crackers and Meridon wine, which fortunately, is excellent.
Jenny just laughed with me, and I was grateful for her company. My best friend and I were here as volunteer translators, part of a group doing charity work for impoverished kids with medical disabilities.
We’re part of an overseas medical mission called Operation Smile. Doctors and nurses from the United States journey to third world countries to operate on kids with cleft palates, all free of charge. It’s a genius idea. The operation is straightforward and low-risk, and the difference to a child is enormous. Instead of having a gaping hole in their lip, the surgery repairs their palate, making things like swallowing, breathing, and speaking possible. Plus, the child looks normal once again, paving the way for a healthy, productive life. Again, the program was genius and I was honored to be part of the staff.
Well, Jenny and I are sort-of staff. The real staff are the doctors and nurses. Jenny and I were here for college credit. We were student interns to help with translation from English to Meridon and back again. Hopefully, our language skills would bridge the gap between the American medical personnel and local doctors learning operating techniques.
But in the meantime, I still had this red spot on my shirt that to my eyes, was unmistakably blood.
“Jen, I’m going to head over to the washroom and try and get this stain out. You know how I feel about this stuff,” I said, wrinkling my nose.
“Oh sure, meet you at the canteen,” she replied. “I’ll save you something good to eat,” she said with a wink.
That only made me sigh again. More likely, there’d be nothing vegetarian and I’d have to resort to another dinner of bread and cooked goat’s milk, which actually wasn’t bad. That is, if you added about ten packets of sugar.
But in the meantime, the stain. Sighing, I strolled into the locker room, checking to make sure no one was there. Our accommodations were spartan and there was one restroom for the whole crew, male and female. As a result, it was generally a good idea to scope out who was there before doing your business.
Satisfied that the coast was clear, I locked the door and whipped off my t-shirt, leaving my bra on. Unfortunately, the bralet was looking worse for the wear. The edges were a little grimy, and the lace sticky and hot. What the hell, it was sweltering and there was no one around. Might as well hand wash that too.
Unsnapping the clasp, I let the bra slide down my arms and took a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror. Hmm, brown hair, nice shoulders, and an even nicer rack. Yep, I’m curvy and my crowning jewels are my girls, Double Ds with pale pink nipples. My boobs looked creamy and pendulous in the dim light of the bathroom.
But right, that stain. With a frown, I got busy. Blasting the water in the sink, I leaned over and began scrubbing the cotton, pumping soap from the dispenser liberally, lathering up the worn fabric. The spot was getting fainter, more of a light pink than deep red now, but still visible. Gross.
Suddenly, a shower cranked on, the sound loud and unsettling. What the? I’d thought I was alone in the locker room and clasped the wet t-shirt to my breasts nervously, aware that there was someone else here.
Or two someones in this case. Out of nowhere, twin forms appeared around the corner, coming to an abrupt halt when they saw me.
“Um, hi,” I said weakly, throwing a smile at Kent and Kane. Or should I say Doctors Kent and Kane. While most of the docs and nurses volunteering their time were middle-aged, Kent and Kane were two recent medical school grads who’d joined the mission at the last minute. Jenny and I had practically swooned the first day during introductions. Six four each, with coal-black hair and penetrating blue eyes, the twins looked more like male models than guys with stethoscopes and prescription pads.
“Oh my god, do you think …?” my friend had giggled.
I knew what she was asking.
“No,” I said, “they’d never be interested in us. Come on Jen, guys like that are always taken and besides, they never go for girls like us. We’re round and they probably date models.”
“Oh pooh,” Jenny replied with a pout. “Well, you never know,” she said with another giggle, her voice trailing off once more.
But since that first day, our paths hadn’t crossed with the men because all of us were so busy with helping kids. So it was unexpected to meet again, especially like this, when I was topless and clutching a wet t-shirt to my breasts.
“Um hi,” I stuttered. “I thought no one was in here.”
Kent raised a dark eyebrow.
“I could see why you’d think that, since it’s the middle of the day,” he rumbled. “Not many people shower at lunchtime.”
I flushed, only half-hearing. Both men wore only towels wrapped around their waists. Their abs and pecs were on display, and they were bronzed like Greek gods come to life. A tremor ran through me, delicious and shivery, my secret space moistening.
“I guess you were going to shower,” I said weakly. “Let me get out of here,” I babbled, pressing the t-shirt to my breasts. “I just need to get this shirt on, hold on.”
But there was no way to put it on without flashing them. So I continued to stand dumbly, staring, taking in the sheer male beauty before me. Kent and Kane had carved chests with defined six-packs, plus heavy arms leading to strong, graceful fingers. With their MDs, the twins were the entire package: brains, brawn and looks.
But instead of turning their backs, Kane did something unexpected.
“Why don’t we help you with that?” he said with a smile. “You’re Kendall, right?”
“Um yeah, I’m Kendall Miller, an intern,” I said with a weak smile. “My friend and I, we’re here getting college credits for the experience. Translating, I mean. We’re translators,” I said, cursing as I listened to myself. I’d always thought I was a good at my job because of the fluidity of my thoughts. Words came naturally to me, but listening to me now you’d think I had a speech impediment.
“Well Kendall,” said Kent smoothly. “Why don’t we give you a hand?”
I figured they would toss me an extra t-shirt, or maybe turn their backs as I scrambled for a towel, but instead both men approached me, their massive builds consuming my field of vision, making the small space seem even smaller.
“You’ve got blood in your hair,” remarked Kane, running a hand through the tips of my brunette locks. And sure enough, his fingers came away smudged with red. Oh gross. My stomach started convulsing.
That’s the thing about this particular trip. Although I’m an ace with linguistics, I’m squeamish about cutting people open, and it was tough translating in the operating room. Every day was a challenge. But now the blood was smeared in my hair and my stomach heaved.
“Uck,” I moaned, suddenly feeling faint. The twins must have seen the color drain from my face, my legs going weak, because they caught me in their arms.
“Hold up,” murmured one, “we gotcha.”
“Let’s help her rinse that out,” said the other, gently positioning me against his chest.
It felt so good, so right, resting against a wall of muscle. I was now almost delirious with … what exactly? Definitely nausea, but if I was being honest, there was also arousal at being around these gorgeous men.
Kane and Kent were gentle yet powerful. They maneuvered me in front of the sink, bent over at the waist so that they could run warm water through my hair. I was in a daze now, almost a dream.
“God, she’s beautiful,” said one from above me, running his hands through my locks while massaging my scalp.
“Mmm, amazing,” agreed the other.
It felt so good to have those fingers rubbing away the stress that I gave a deep sigh of relaxation and contentment only to hear male chuckles above me.
“Maybe we should do more,” suggested a deep voice and sure enough, I felt strong fingers move to my neck next, massaging the tension from the muscles there. Then the fingers went even lower to squeeze my shoulders, rubbing at my back. Pure bliss crept over me, like I was floating in a sea of warm goo.
Suddenly, the sink went crazy and water blasted, spraying me in the face, getting in my ears and up my nose. I choked and sputtered like a wet dog.
“Ack!” I gasped, making garbled, incoherent noises. It was the plumbing in this drat Meridon camp left over from the Cold War era. You never knew if things were going to work, or in this case, over-work. I was now a mess, completely drenched, with my eyes squeezed shut as I hacked and coughed.
“Poor baby,” growled Kent. “Why don’t we help you out?”
With that he swept me up into his arms, bringing me over to the showers. The water was still running, pounding onto the cement ground and the door swung closed around the three of us. Suddenly, I realized where I was. In a private stall with two gorgeous, nearly-nude men, myself practically naked and soaking wet.
“I shouldn’t be here,” I gasped. “This is so against camp rules.”
The men shared an amused smile.
“But we’re not at camp, baby girl,” growled Kane. “This is a medical mission for adults, not kids.”
“But still,” I panted, trying to wipe some of the moisture out of my eyes. “I shouldn’t be here.” The spray from the sink must have gone straight up my nose because it tingled and stung, making me snort unattractively.
But the men chuckled low and deep.
“No worries girlie,” said Kent smoothly. “We’re not going to do anything but get you clean. Besides, you can’t go out there the way you are now,” he added reasonably.
I looked down at myself. That was true. I looked like a bedraggled mouse at this point. My clothes were drenched and my hair was plastered to my head like a skullcap. With a sigh, I gave in.
“Okay, what then?” I asked nervously. “Do you have an extra towel or something?”
“Extra towel?” chuckled one brother. “We’ve got more than that. We’re going to help you get clean.”
“Get clean?” I gasped. “Wait … what?” I wasn’t exactly at my most articulate, my mouth gaping open with delicious shock.
“Just relax,” growled Kent, “because soon, you’re going to feel good, sweetheart.”
To be continued …
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