Page 79 of The Baby Bargain
Sex is one thing.
Friendship is another.
Respect is, um, a third.
Sex with a friend I respect and desperately want to fuck? All for the purposes of making a baby?
That's something else.
"Princess?" His voice is soft. Concerned.
"Yeah."
His fingers brush my wrist. He takes my hands. Turns his body toward mine. Stares into my eyes. "You okay?"
No. "Yeah."
"If you're not sure—"
"No, I'm sure."
He looks at me funny, like he's not following. "You don't want to tell me?"
"No, I do."
His blue eyes bore into mine.
I suck a breath through my teeth. It's easy. One sentence. Three words.
I can do that.
No problem.
Really.
"It won't hurt my feelings if it's Bachelor Number Two." His fingers brush my wrist. "If you want dirty—"
"I want you."
His eyes go wide.
God, there's no backing out now. I just have to say it. "I don't want bachelor one, two, or three. I don't want some other anonymous guy. I want you, Chase." Deep breath. Slow exhale. "I want you to get me pregnant."
He stares back at me dumbstruck.
It's not a yes or a hell yes or a let's go right now.
But it's not a no either.
It's something.
God, I really hope it's something.
Chapter Eighteen
Chase
Iwant you to get me pregnant.
