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"That you have absolutely no reason not to have a baby with me. Unless you're afraid..."
"I'm not afraid of anything," she says, her eyes flashing, annoyance flashing in them. "But I can't believe you'd just offer this to me, but you don't even know me."
I lean closer, seizing her hand.
"I don't know you? That's funny, because I think I know everything I need to know about you."
"What the hell does that even mean?"
I start to tick things off on my fingers. "You're a corporate attorney. You're idealistic, but you sacrificed your own dreams for the sake of a life that wasn't right for you. You've always wanted a family because you know how hard it is to be alone."
I lean back and shrug.
"You seem like more than a decent human being to me."
Claire runs a hand through her long curly hair. "Well, I guess I never really thought about artificial insemination," she says.
"Ain't nothing artificial about what I'm offering you, darlin'," I tell her.
"But you...you'd have to have sex with me," she murmurs.
I smirk. "Oh, no. I would? That...I never considered that,” I tell her. “Yeah. I know. That’s what’s so great about this deal.”
Claire scoffs. "Gray--you've been really nice, but let's be serious. Look at you. Look atme. There's no way you--"
I slam my drink down and snatch her hands up in mine, looking into her eyes. Yeah...I'm definitely feeling dramatic. But she deserves dramatics. "I asked you out, didn't I?"
"Because you were friends with my grandpa," she concludes.
I drop one of my hands to rest on her thigh, sliding it under the hem of her dress.
"Don't bring him into this," I mutter. "I would be fucking ashamed if he knew the things I wanna do to you."
Her mouth parts in a round, pinkohof shock. Her face is flushed, her breath heated, and her bare flesh feels so damn good under my palm. I press my thumb into the flesh of her thigh and she shudders.
"You really weren't messing with me," she says quietly.
"Not one bit," I say. "So do we have a deal?"
Chapter seven
Claire
I'veeithergonecompletelyoff my rocker or I just heard this gorgeous man just offered to get me pregnant.
"So do we have a deal?" Gray asks, his hand on my thigh. The pad of his thumb is rough, drawing tiny little circles on my sensitive skin. When he's doing that, my answer is an immediate yes, but I can't make decisions when I'm tipsy and turned on.
I try to focus on his words, but every time his thumb brushes against my skin, I lose track of the conversation. "A deal? What deal?" I ask, trying to sound casual. “This is just a conversation. For a deal, we need more than that. A contract, or...”
"Don’t play coy, Claire. The deal where I get you pregnant," Gray says, his voice low and gravelly, his fingers slowly sliding up my leg. "I can tell you want it, and I want it too."
I swallow hard, my heart racing in my chest.This is crazy,I think to myself. I barely know this man, and yet the idea of having his baby is incredibly arousing. "I don't know," I say, my voice barely a whisper. I’m so wet from just his words, and if he keeps going, he’s definitely going to find out what he’s doing to me.
Gray leans in closer, his lips just inches from mine. "Come on, baby," he says. "It'll be fun. And who knows? Maybe we'll fall in love along the way."
Something about his words strikes a chord in me. Maybe it's the way he says "fall in love" like it's the most natural thing in the world, like we'resupposed to.
And I've never really believed in fate, but that's why I let him kiss me.
