Page 13 of The Virgin's Baby
My heart actually hurt when she said the words. “No. See, that’s why I said I doubt I’ll do it.”
“I can see why now.” She let my arm go then pushed me gently to the bedroom. “So, let’s fix you up so this rich dude will pick you to be the mother of his kid. He may offer you a huge amount of money that you just can’t pass up!”
So with her help, I was made presentable for Ransom Whitaker, and soon we both heard a knock at our door.
“It’s him!” I gasped.
Margo nodded. “Let me answer the door, and then you come out when I tell you that he’s here. I want him to get a good long look at you as you walk out to him. You look stunning with all those dark curls dangling all around your shoulders and down your back. That midnight blue dress accents your tanned skin perfectly. If you want to do this, he would be a fool not to pick you.”
“So, you think he’ll want me?” I asked. I was so nervous; I had no idea what he would think of me.
With a quick nod, she headed out of the bedroom to get to the front door. “He would be a fool not to.”
Looking in the full-length mirror one more time, I made sure the just above the knee-length dress was smooth and flattering. The black heels were only a couple of inches high. I wasn’t going for super sexy—I was going for super sophisticated—the way a mother would look, I hoped. I didn’t have a heck of a lot of experience knowing what a mom looks like, so I was winging it with Margo’s help.
“Aspen, your date, Ransom Whitaker, is here,” Margo called out from the living room.
It wasn’t a date. I didn’t know why she said that. Coming out of the bedroom, I turned the corner of the hallway toward the living room. And there he was. All six-foot-something of nothing but pure man.
“Hi,” I whispered. He wore blue jeans, boots, and a pale-blue button-down shirt, the top three buttons left undone, showing only a hint of dark hair on his chest. Blue eyes penetrated me and chiseled features told me he had a lot of great breeding. He looked like someone off the cover of a romance novel. Dark waves of shiny hair went just to the top of the collar of his shirt. Just then I realized I was biting my lower lip as I ogled the man. “Sorry for making you wait, Mr. Whitaker.”
A slow smile curved his caramel lips. “That’s okay, Miss Dell.” He extended his arm, gesturing for me to come to him. “Shall we be on our way then? I’ve made reservations at The West Table downtown.”
I had to really concentrate to make one foot go in front of the other. His appearance had really taken me by surprise.
“Of course.” I made my way to him, and when he took my hand and placed it in the crook of his arm, I went wet. Soaking wet. For the first time ever.
I had no idea it could feel so insanely intense. My body felt as if it were quivering inside. My tits got hard and my nipples sprang to life, pushing against the thin fabric of my bra. I knew they were showing through my dress and I kind of almost didn’t care.
Almost. I pulled up the clutch purse I carried to cover them, trying to be discreet about it. Nipping in the afternoon sunlight as I walked with a gorgeous man down the sidewalk wasn’t the kind of thing I thought I should be doing.
Like a true gentleman, he opened the car door for me. I stood there for a moment to admire the work of art before me. “I’ve never ridden in a Porsche before. This should be cool.”
“It’s a 964 Turbo. And it is cool,” he said before closing the door behind me.
All black leather interior and the darkest window tint I’d ever seen on a car made it feel as if sat within a cave—a cave that most good girls wouldn’t go into; a cave where bad boys loved to hide in wait for their chance to do whatever they wanted to a girl.
Why does he need to advertise for a woman to have his baby anyway?
The man was insanely hot. Rich. Charismatic, from what I’d heard him say so far. So, why the need for some stranger to mother his child?
He got in behind the wheel, folding himself into the small car with such grace and ease it made me drool a little. “I’m sorry, Mr. Whitaker.”
With one finger, he pressed it to my lips. “No more Mr. Whitaker, Aspen. You call me Ransom.”
My lips tingled as his finger rested on them. All I wanted to do was part them and suck that finger right into my mouth.
Aspen Dell!
What was I thinking? I never thought this way. Not ever!
His finger left my mouth to push the button to start the car. “You were saying, Aspen?”
What was I saying?
Oh yeah! “Ransom, I don’t understand.” The car’s engine roared as he started it. “Oh! It vibrates the whole car, doesn’t it?” The sensation made me even wetter. My heart pounded and my pulse raced. “Isn’t this um…nice?”
Pulling some expensive-looking sunglasses out of the holder above his head, he put them on, making him look like a total badass. “What is it that you don’t understand? And fasten your seatbelt. I like to go fast.”
