Page 64 of The Baby Bargain
"That's different."
"How?"
"It just is." He's quiet for a moment, like he's trying to think of an explanation. But he doesn't offer one. "Read the third message."
It's halfway between the first two. A little dirty. A little sweet. A lot of talk of practicalities.
Which is good.
Sensible.
Even if it's dry. Like he's only doing this because it works for his schedule.
That shouldn't matter—I need his sperm, not his everlasting love—but it does.
Chase waits until I'm finished. "What do you think?"
None of them are perfect. But this isn't a fairy tale. I can't wait for perfect. "I should meet all three of them. That's the best way to see if there's chemistry."
"Okay." Apprehension drips into his voice.
I ignore it. "What do you think of my reply? To the first one?" I read it word for word.
"It's good."
"Just good."
"It's you. It's perfect."
"Okay." I hit send. Close my eyes. Suck a breath through my teeth. "Help me with the other two?"
"Sure."
"This second guy… I think…" That I can't read dirty talk to Chase on the phone or I'm going to start touching myself right here.
Dad is upstairs in his room, asleep. He has an early meeting and the thought of waking him up with my—
So out of the question.
"Give me a second. I… uh… I'm putting you on speaker." I set the phone on the table. Try typing a response.
Bachelor Number Two,
I like the sound of that. I really like the thought of you pinning me to the bed and fucking me from behind. Not because I'd imagine some other guy who slipped and mentioned he likes it rough. Not because I want to feel his hands on my shoulders and his lips on my neck. Because you—
UGH.
Okay.
Maybe more to the point.
Bachelor Number Two,
That sounds fun. I'd say we should meet for a drink, but I'm skipping alcohol for obvious reasons. Let's get coffee at this shop by my place. Say Saturday night?
Looking forward to it!
Ariel
