Page 6 of Legally Binding
Her tone is sultry. Damn, not only is she banging the trainer but the lawyer too. Why does the thought of her being with Adair sour my stomach? They're all terrible people, and he's helping them trap me with a baby. I shouldn't care what any of them are doing behind closed doors as long as they leave me alone.
"I don't want to do the baby thing," I tell her, making her eyes narrow on me.
"Name your price."
There isn’t one, but I don’t say that part out loud because she probably wouldn’t understand the concept. Instead, I try to make her see what’s really going on.
"He wants to put the baby inside of me himself. Like, use my egg." I point to my stomach. “And his…ah…” I can’t bring myself to say the word out loud. I might throw up in my mouth if I do. “His stuff.”
“So?” She shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I just need the baby.”
“Mrs. Wilson, please come with me, and we will discuss all of this,” Scout tries again, and I nod like I’ll be going with them. Yeah, that’s not happening.
“Fine, let’s make this quick. I have lunch plans and a nail appointment."
“Of course,” Scout tells her. I have a feeling she’d agree to anything to get Mrs. Wilson to go with her.
Grabbing my bag, I put it over my shoulder like I’m about to follow after them. My heart is racing as I wait for a few seconds, but when I peek out into the hallway, no one is there. That’s when I do the only logical thing I can think of.
I get the hell out of here.
Chapter Four
LANDON
I’ve spent the better part of five minutes in total silence because I’m trying to figure out how to tell my client he can go fuck himself in a polite way.
“Can we speed this up?” Bob looks at his watch impatiently.
“I’m going to assume that you don’t know this because you’re asking me to include it in a legal document, but sex in exchange for money is not legally binding.”
“Yeah, but she doesn’t know that.” He smirks like he’s solved the problem.
My hands are shaking with rage as I squeeze them together and pretend they are around his neck. “Although Miss Gray may not be aware that it’s immoral, if the contract were to appear before a judge, I could be disbarred. And no amount of money is worth risking that.”
There, I’ve gotten it out in the most professional way possible. I take a deep breath to clear away my anger and calm down. I will not lose my cool, I will not lose my cool, I will not lose my cool. I tell myself the chant over and over, but I have a feeling it’s not going to work until I can punch something.
“Then I’ll make sure it doesn’t reach a judge. I’ve got deep pockets, and it affords me the things I want.”
“There are other services out there that would be eager for your”—I have to swallow the vomit creeping up my throat—“generous offer. Ones that wouldn’t require coercion or that could put you in a legal battle.”
“I don’t want a whore.” His expression changes to disgust.
“Sex worker,” I snap, correcting him. “And I’m referring to professional surrogacy services. Including ones that would provide the ovary if you don’t wish for your wife to be involved.”
“I want her.” He pounds his fist on the table like a child.
“You want her because she turned you down,” I say, and I know I won’t be able to bite my tongue for much longer.
“I’m not paying you for your fucking opinion, Adair.” Bob’s face turns red as he gets heated.
“Actually, that’s exactly what you pay me for.” I can feel blood pounding in my ears as I close the folder and stand. “And I’m of the opinion that I won’t be able to represent you in the completion of this contract, and you are well within your rights to try another firm.”
“How fucking dare you?” Bob stands from his chair too and points his fat finger in my direction. “You work for me, and you do what the fuck I tell you to do.”
Straightening to my full height, I casually tuck my hands in my slacks and allow a slow smile to creep across my lips. “I think you might be mistaken, Bob.” I take a few steps closer to him, and he takes a cautious step back.
“Mistaken? About what?”
