Oh shit. THIS. This right here was the one thing he had to figure every guy feared. That one face that looked familiar as a one night stand...attached to one hell of a beach ball under her clothing. That shit didn't bother Tyler so much, though, mostly because he hadn't ever managed to have sex without a condom. He wore them like it was his religion.

His smirk stayed in place as he went to take a seat behind his desk, not completely forgetting his manners as he fired off a quick text to Gloria, the older secretary, to bring a bottle of water for the random woman she had let into his office.

"Definitely don't think I handle adoption or paternity. If you need someone, I can give you a card."