Page 39 of The Baby Bargain
And that's really, incredibly delicious.
"Ariel?" He takes a long sip of his cold brew. Sighs a sigh of deep, pure pleasure.
Which is so freaking yummy.
Not that it matters.
"I don't want him involved." I can't take another person abandoning me. I'm not about to put my daughter or son through that. It's hard enough losing a parent to cancer. Losing them to disinterest?
No way.
"So he fucks you and leaves?" Chase asks.
"Yeah."
"How do you know it works?"
"I guess he sticks around until I'm pregnant."
"And if you—"
"Miscarry?" My lips purse.
He studies my expression. "You don't like talking about it?"
"It's a possibility."
"That scares you." It's a statement, not a question.
This entire thing scares me. I'm trying to find a stranger to knock me up. "Of course."
"I have to be honest."
"Yeah."
"It's stupid, looking for someone."
Okay…
"A sperm bank will give you exactly what you need."
My chest flares. Who the hell does he think he is telling me what to do? I just… UGH. Are all men bossy know-it-alls or just the ones in my immediate vicinity? "Your opinion is noted."
He stares back at meis that really your response?
I suck a breath through my nose. Push an exhale through my teeth.
I'm asking for his help.
I have to be cordial. No matter how irritating he's being.
"You gonna pull some 'my way or the highway' shit?" He arches a brow.
"It's my—"
"That's kind of my thing."
"I know."
