In Bed With the Boss

A Handsome Face Appeared as She Opened Her Eyes

Her body was aching and her bones felt sore. Like she’d been railed by a runaway train. Which wasn’t too far from the truth.

Tammy Anderson smiled softly, her eyes still heavy with sleep as they opened. Slowly, a handsome face came into focus; a jawline seemingly cut by the gods.

Even when sound asleep, he was still one of the sexiest men she’d ever seen. The golden sun streamed in, shining through his unruly hair as it cast a shadow across his face. A hint of that mysterious coldness was etched in his fine features.

But her moment of bliss didn’t last long, as the memory of the night before came rushing back, making her gasp out loud. Tammy clasped a hand over her mouth to stop the sound from waking him.

She… He…

At first the images were hazy; difficult to see in her mind. Finding out about her boyfriend cheating on her, sitting in the pub feeling angry and hurt, leaving with a male escort…

This magnificent creature who was lying beside her now.

The memories grew clearer, influencing her body with their passion. His touch - sometimes gentle, mostly powerful. Like he was taking ownership of her. His deep, husky voice in her ear - whispering dirty things that made her insides catch fire.

Tammy took a breath to calm herself and looked at the man’s face. She never used the scale of one to ten to rate the men in her life, but this time she couldn’t help herself.

This man was off the charts - the hottest example of manhood she’d ever seen. She really wished she could cuddle with him longer, but had to get out of there fast.

Tammy carefully lifted the cotton sheet and slid from the bed. Taking care not to wake him, but also not to hurt her aching muscles. She wasn’t complaining. Last night’s workout was way better than breaking a sweat at the gym.

Her bare feet were silent on the plush carpet as she collected her clothes from all over the floor. Her bra seemed to have disappeared into thin air so Tammy left it, and dressed as quickly as she could.

She was about to leave when she stopped suddenly, because one last look couldn’t hurt, could it? He seemed so peaceful in his deep sleep. Nowhere close to waking.

She was never going to forget this, or him. Pulling a banknote from her wallet, she pondered a moment and then pulled out another. She was nothing if not a generous tipper. Tammy threw the money on the rumpled slacks at the foot of the bed, and left.

Three years later--

The peacefulness of her yoga session was surely made better by the neat, high-rise condo. Located in a good part of town, clean and orderly - even with several children’s toys stacked in every corner.

Tammy breathed deep as she held her stable split-stand position, one foot firmly rooted on an animal print foam board and the other leg positioned above her head. Not many would guess the effort it took to achieve this sense of calm.

As if on cue, the door to the room burst open and six little cuties bounded in. Unstoppable balls of energy in tiny human bodies.

“Mommy!” they all squealed as they wobbled toward Tammy on their chubby little legs.

Tammy panicked. “Wait, wait, wait! Ah…!” and a loud thump was heard as she and the children tumbled together in fits of giggles.

Adorable little Benjamin was thrown far from the rest, sitting across the room looking stunned. Liam and Clara climbed on Tammy, using her as their personal jungle gym. The identical twins, Mike and Charlotte, climbed on her too as Laura sat on her waist.

She was pinned down by six - no five - toddlers, making it look like children were growing from her body. Just another day in the life, Tammy thought, ruffling Liam’s unruly mass of curls.

Nanny Fine appeared in the doorway, took a second to study the comical scene in front of her, and burst out laughing.

Benjamin had finally managed to get to his feet and make his way over to Tammy. The concentration was clear on his face as he tried his best to climb onto her too.

Tammy tried to sit up, and the active toddlers rolled this way and that. Liam didn’t want to go down, and immediately jumped onto her back, his pudgy little legs holding on for dear life.

“You’re going to fall if you’re not careful,” she said.

“I’m not afraid, I’m the best ‘wowo’!” Liam raised both his hands in excitement and fell to the floor.

“It’s ‘warrior’,” Tammy corrected him gently, scooping him up to sit beside her.

“Mommy, mommy, I have a small red ‘fower’!” Clara was always giving Tammy random treasures. She waited for her compliment with sparkling eyes.

“That’s the most beautiful red flower I’ve ever seen!” Tammy exclaimed, leaning in to take an exaggerated sniff of the flower.

“I have a red ‘fower’ too!” Mike said.

He shoved the little flower in Tammy’s face so clumsily she got a taste of it instead of a whiff.

“Easy, tiger,” Tammy said, spitting pieces of the flower out of her mouth. “But thank you for my lovely red flower.” She gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“Me too,” Charlotte said softly, delicately placing her flower in Tammy’s lap. Charlotte was always the shy one out of the sextuplets.

Her little princess, Tammy thought. Just as soft and delicate as the flowers they gave her. She then looked at Laura to see if she had a flower too.

“I gave mine away,” Laura mumbled, looking sad to have nothing to give her mother.

Tammy smiled brightly and pulled Laura in for a bear hug. “That’s okay, honey. I’m sure you gave it to someone who needed it, right?” Laura nodded. “Did it make them happy?”

Laura nodded again, and then her face broke into a naughty little smile. “It was a boy,” she said, and bubbled over with laughter.

Tammy and Nanny Fine couldn’t help but join in. “She’s starting early, this one,” Nanny Fine said.

“As long as he’s kind to her, I’m fine with it,” Tammy said.

She didn’t want her children to deal with broken hearts and misery. She wanted them to only know the good kind of love. But that was still many years away. For now she’d be happy to have their hearts all to herself.

Liam tried to ride on her back once more, wrapping his little arms around her neck. “Here’s my ‘fower’ too! Benjamin don’t have none.”

“Aw, that’s okay, baby boy,” Tammy said, calling Benjamin into her arms. “Come here.”

“Red ‘fower’.” He wobbled over to her, looking upset that he couldn’t join in with the flower game.