Chapter Two
Evan
I hurried after Scarlett when she left the room. My long-legged stride cut the distance between us quickly. My dress shoes made loud, echoing sound along the marble floors.
“Stop!” I called out, catching up to her when she walked through the entrance to the lobby.
“Scarlett,” I said, grabbing her wrist.
She stopped and turned to me, and I couldn’t read the expression on her face. God, she was hotter than I remembered. She’d always been a beautiful woman, but now, she was dead sexy. Her white blouse and black pants hugged her body in all the right ways, hinting at the pleasures underneath without giving everything away.
I wanted to tear those clothes off and drag my tongue over every inch of that body. Even now, when a part of me worried what she might say to Lily, I was too drawn to her beauty to give a shit.
Scarlett had dark hair and big, dark eyes that were deep enough to drown in. Her mouth looked like she was perpetually pouting, and it just begged to be kissed. I wanted to slide my cock right between those bright red lips and claim that mouth for my own.
“I understand that you don’t want to do this,” I said. “It’s a strange thing to ask, and it’s stranger still that we know each other. All I ask is that you don’t tell Lily you met me about this. I mentioned to her I want to do this but she’s not happy about it. She thinks it’s wrong to do it for the sake of having a child now, so far down the line.”
Scarlett frowned. “Doesn’t it seem wrong to keep it a secret from her? If you’re making this choice…”
I shook my head. “Lily is out of my house already, living her own life away from mine. This is something I want for me. I did right by her, making her the sole focus of my life when I’ve wanted to do this a long time ago.”
Scarlett nodded, but I still wasn’t sure if she understood what I was trying to say.
“You have my word,” she said, and I knew that I could trust her. She’d been at my house, playing with Lily, for years and years. I knew her better than I’d known any of my daughter’s other friends, although not as well as I would have liked to know her.
“Thank you,” I said.
Scarlett nodded at me, and I watched her walk away. Her hips moved from side to side as she took long strides with her slender legs. Her ass was a thing of perfection. She was drop dead gorgeous. Her white blouse had clung to her tits when she’d stood in front of me in the meeting room, unbuttoned just low enough that I had to concentrate on not letting my eyes wander when she was looking at me.
I’d become aware of her body a long time ago. When she got older and became a woman, my cock perked up and took notice. She was so hot, it was impossible not to. I was sure she would be a damn good fuck, and I’d love to show her what a real man could do to a woman like her.
What were the odds that she was the one to respond to this ad? It said as much about her as it said about me.
God, with genes like hers, breeding seemed like a great idea. But she’d been right to turn down my offer. She was my daughter’s best friend. Something about it felt wrong.
Besides, it would a hell of temptation to have her around me, looking like she did, now. She’d grown into a beautiful woman.
Wrong or not, I still had a dirty mind, and she was all over it now, naked and writhing beneath me. I’d fucked a lot of women, but someone like Scarlett would be a real treat.
I walked back into the hotel to collect my briefcase from the meeting room before I headed to the office. I had so many responses to the ad I had to filter through them again and find time to interview them all. The response had been obscene. Money was a big thing, here but I could spare the expenses. I had invested in a very large portfolio, and I had to meet with my accountant to discuss finances. Real estate investment had gained me my considerable fortune. I’d built myself up from nothing. Recently, I’d bought back the very first property that had gotten me started.
My accountant, Ron, was going through the numbers with me. My life revolved around numbers, an endless amount of them. But I couldn’t concentrate. My mind was on other things, on the meeting with Scarlett and on how I’d explained to her what I wanted. I hadn’t mentioned that the money wasn’t guaranteed, that I would only pay if the surrogate mother bore a son. I guess it didn’t matter, now.
I wanted a son. I wanted someone I could pass this business on to. I wanted a boy I could raise to be a man after my own heart. And I was running out of time. I was forty-nine, and I didn’t want another wife. All I wanted was another child to bring up in this world.
I’d lost my wife Clara when Lily was only three. It had been heartbreaking, but we’d gotten through it. Once upon a time – when Lily was still young – I had considered it. She’d been upset with me, telling me I was ruining what we had, forgetting Clara. I had understood here she’d come from. I’d let her have her way – spoiled her. Maybe that had been wrong. Now, I wanted something again. Not a woman–women were full of shit. A son.
When the meeting was finally over, I walked back to my desk. Serena came in with my afternoon coffee.
“Thank you,” I said.
“You had a call from a Miss Forbes,” she said after I took the coffee from her. “She asked you to call her back at this number.” Serena handed me a note with a phone number on it.
“Thank you,” I said again. “That will be all.”
Serena left the office. She was used to being dismissed. If a woman didn’t know how to make herself scarce when I didn’t need her, there was no space for her in my life. I didn’t do small talk, I didn’t do compassion, and I didn’t do anything other than what I was good at. And I was good at exactly two things: making money and fucking.
I dialed the number on the note and waited.
“Yeah?” Scarlett answered, her voice clear on the other end of the line.
“Scarlett. It’s Evan. You asked me to call.”
She sighed. “Yeah. I was hoping we could try that meeting again, if you haven’t found someone better yet.”
I swallowed. No one would be better or worse. They were all the same for my purposes, a walking uterus, a breeding machine for the heir to my throne. But I wasn’t going to say that out loud.
“I haven’t filled the position yet,” I said.
“Can we meet tonight?” she asked.
I glanced at my watch. “Yeah, I think I can squeeze it in. Meet me at Bar 54 at six.”
“I’ll be there,” she said.
This was going better than I thought it would after our first brief meeting. Maybe Scarlett would be on board after all.
Bar 54 was a rooftop bar, fifty-four stories up, that looked out over Manhattan. It had a classy feel to it with wood-paneled walls, a mirror tiled mosaic ceiling, and a bar that faced the window with wooden stools.
I sat there drinking a glass of Rough Rider Straight Bourbon. It tasted like self-confidence with a hint of Merlot, and it made me feel like I was king of the fucking world.
“Sorry, I’m late,” Scarlett said, coming up next to me and sitting down in the stool next to mine. She had undone her hair, and it hung in thick brown waves over her shoulders. “Thank you for meeting me.”
I stared at her. She was the epitome of sexy. Her eyes darted around the bar, her lips slightly parted as if she was slightly out of breath. Oh, God, yes.
“What can I get you to drink?” I asked.
“Just water, please.”
I raised my eyebrows. She was reserved. I wasn’t sure what to expect from her. I didn’t know what she wanted to talk about.
I ordered her a bottled water.
“You wanted to talk to me?” I asked when the water arrived. I poured it in a glass for her, and she watched the water swirl.
She nodded, taking a sip and setting the glass down again.
“I thought about it all again,” she said. “And I want to talk about your contract. I want to do this for you.”
“What changed your mind?” I asked.
She sighed. “I’m going to be honest. I’m not in a good place financially. I have a Master’s degree, but I can’t find a job, and I got an eviction notice today. I have so many bills, I’m drowning. Student loans. Credit cards. Overdue rent. That kind of thing.”
“So, you’re doing it for the money?”
“Well, it won’t exactly be for love, will it?” she said. She was sassy. I liked that. It made me want to fuck it out of her. I was thinking dirty thoughts. This wasn’t about sex, I reminded myself. It wasn’t what I would be paying her for.
“Right,” I said.
She took another sip of water. “Sorry,” she said. “This is just something I’ve never even thought of doing before. But that money you offered… it’s a lot. And I need money.”
I studied her face. I was aware of her tits beckoning to me below her chin, and I would much rather have studied them, but I had to be civil about it. For now, anyway. I didn’t want to scare her away.
“You’ll commit to this?” I asked. “Having a baby is serious.”
She nodded. “I know.”
“And I’m going to ask you to sign a contract. To protect both of us. Are you willing to do that?”
She hesitated only a moment before nodding again.
“Let me explain to you exactly what I want from you,” I said. “It will all be in the contract once you agree to read and sign it, but this is what’s going to happen. I want to sleep with you until you get pregnant.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re not doing the IVF thing or insemination? How does it work?”
I shook my head. “I want to do it traditionally.” Okay, so I was being a dirty old dog for wanting it this way. Until I’d seen her I hadn’t considered having sex for this but I was lusting after her like a son of a bitch and I was going to pay big bucks for this. “I want you to carry my child and give birth. And then, you’re free to go.”
“Just like that?” she asked.
I nodded. “You are under no obligation to stay in the child’s life or mine.”
Her expression changed, but I couldn’t read it. I was sure I’d laid it out correctly. I could have told her how I’d thought about it. I could have told her that I wanted to fuck her, make her mine until she couldn’t help but give me a child, but that was crude. It was true, but crude.
I would save those admissions for after she agreed to my proposal.
“One more thing,” I said. “The ad wasn’t specific enough – I did it so that I wouldn’t scare of potential customers, but I am only paying if you give me a son. I want a son.”
She blinked at me. “That doesn’t make sense,” she said.
I shrugged. “These are my terms.”
She looks out of the window, thinking.
“I’ll do it on one condition,” she finally said, turning her dark eyes back to me. “You have to convert all my expenses until the baby is born so I don’t have to worry about cash, If it’s a girl and you don’t pay me, I’ll be able to get a job again after the child is born.”
A business mind. I liked it.
“Done,” I said.
“You’re sure?”
“If you are,” I said. “You’re going to be carrying the child. And sleeping with me. You understand that, right?”
She shrugged with one shoulder. Was she that nonchalant about it?
I nodded. “I’ll email you the contract tonight.”
She nodded, that expression still on her face. She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.
“Do you want to take more time to think about it?” I asked.
She shook her head.
It was settled. She left not long after, and I had the privilege of watching her leave again. God, that ass could inspire wet dreams. I paid for our drinks and left, too.
I lay in bed that night, thinking about her. This was about getting an heir, raising a child to take over my company, and raising a son when I felt terribly alone. But on the way to getting my child, I could fuck the hottest woman alive.
I pulled down my boxers and palmed my dick, which was hard and throbbing. I wanted to fuck her so badly. I wanted to strip off her clothes, suck on her tits, and pull her hair. I wanted to bend her over the bed, spreading that beautiful ass as I fingered her pussy. I wanted to fuck her from behind, watching her body rock back and forth, hearing her moan and scream my name.
With my fingers wrapped around my cock, I jacked myself off, pumping my hand up and down, imagining it was Scarlett. I wanted her lips around my dick, her tongue hot and wet sliding up and down my shaft. I wanted her to suck me dry, pumping her head so that I slid down her throat. I wanted to come all over her, in her mouth, inside of her.
I groaned as my orgasm built and my balls tightened. I stroked harder. Fucking myself wasn’t the same as being inside a woman, least of all a woman like Scarlett, I was sure. But that would change soon. I would fuck her as soon as I was able, and I wouldn’t stop until I planted my seed in her. And then some.
I groaned as I orgasmed, pumping hot liquid all over my stomach and my hand. I let out a sigh. This would be a hundred times better if it was down Scarlett’s throat or in her pussy.
Soon, I told myself.