Page 62 of The Baby Bargain

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I have to admit—I also find you incredibly attractive. I think we'll have a lot of fun making babies. Do people still call sex "baby making?" I'm not with the times. But I know I like you.

Let's meet Friday at this little shop in Venice. They have great herbal tea and it's close to my place.

Sincerely,

Ariel

That's normal. Reasonable. Personable.

But is it right?

I have no idea.

I need another opinion.

I grab my cell. Call Chase.

He picks up on the second ring. "Most people text these days."

"I have long messages to read to you."

His chuckle is soft. "Of course."

"Oh." This isn't what normal people do. "Am I interrupting? If you're busy, I can call back."

"You're good. I just got out of the shower."

My cheeks flush at the mental image of him in a towel. "Yeah?"

"I'll put you on speaker while I cook."

"Of course." My heart thuds against my chest. I want to invite him here. Offer him the food I made. Wrap my arms around him. Ask him if I'm making the right decision.

But I don't want his input.

Yes, I need his help convincing normal guys to agree to my request. But that's where it ends. That's where it has to end.

"Three guys replied. I'll read them one at a time." I pull up Bachelor Two and Three's messages. "Ready?"

"Shoot."

I relay the first message.

The second is a little dirtier. A little more focused on the actual baby making and how much the guy wants to do me doggie style.

"Did he just sayI want to see that round ass bounce as I fuck you?"

"Uh…" Okay, it's incredibly explicit. But this isn't romance. It's sex. "Yeah."

"No way."

"He's cute."

"They're all cute." Chase's voice drops to a familiar paternal tone. "A guy who will say that in his second message will say a lot worse shit—"

"What's wrong with that?"

"It's not wrong, exactly."

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