Chapter Three
Scarlett
Just before lunchtime on Wednesday, I took a cab to Manhattan. I had agreed with Evan that we could meet for lunch to discuss things, but I didn’t want him to come to Brooklyn. The lunch spots in Brooklyn weren’t my favorite, and for someone who was used to forking out money, I was sure there were better spots in Manhattan.
I was nervous. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I needed the money, and what else was I going to do? Besides, Evan was ridiculously charming, and last night, he’d managed to persuade me that this was exactly what I wanted.
The cab stopped in front of the Sunflower Café, and I got out. Evan had asked me to meet him here for lunch. I’d thought it might be too fancy, the way the hotel had been for our little meeting. Bar 54 hadn’t exactly been chilled out, either. It had had a chic vibe that was nothing like the places Lily and I usually went to.
But the Sunflower Cafe was a nice place. Tiled floors stretched wall to wall with little lights hanging from the ceiling. Wooden tables and chairs gave the place a homey atmosphere, and I felt a lot more comfortable.
Evan arrived only a few minutes later. He looked put together as always, with a suit that showed off his muscular frame and a tie that made him look a little out of place. When he spotted me, he smiled and walked to the table.
“You look fantastic,” he said.
I blushed. I couldn’t help it. Something about Evan made me feel disoriented, like I was fresh out of high school and not used to male attention.
“You look pretty good, too,” I said, feeling like an idiot.
I had decided to wear a summer dress and cork wedges, with my hair in a ponytail. I didn’t feel like I looked fantastic at all until Evan had said it.
“What are you going to have?” Evan asked.
I looked down at the menu, shaking my head. It was the last thing I could think about now, knowing what we were going to do. I had agreed to be a surrogate mother for Evan, which meant that we would be sleeping together. I had dreams about it for a long time, but this was suddenly real. How could he sit here and look so calm about it? Judging by how comfortable he was around women, maybe this was normal for him.
“How are you going to do this?” I asked.
Evan looked at me, and his green eyes were full of humor. Was he laughing at me?
“We’re going to choose something on the menu and ask a waitress to bring it to us.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
Evan chuckled. “You don’t have to be so nervous,” he said.
“Easy for you to say,” I said. “You’re not the one that is being paid by an attractive billionaire to have a baby.”
Evan chuckled again, and his laughing green eyes were mesmerizing. He reached across the table and took my hand. When our skin touched, electricity passed from him to me, and my breath hitched in my throat.
“Let’s just take it as it comes,” he said. “We’ll get the details out of the way, and the rest will come naturally.”
He seemed so comfortable about it all. It wasn’t that I hadn’t been with other men, but this felt so much different. In a way, it felt like it would be the first time.
“So, let’s talk details,” he said, looking at me. “Do you take birth control pills?”
I blinked at him. He asked me so matter-of-factly.
“I… ah…”
“Scarlett, we’re going to get a lot more intimate with each other. You’ll have to trust me with personal details.” Evan sounded serious, and I knew he was right. Why was I being difficult about such a small question? I was going to sleep with him and carry his baby, for God’s sake.
“I’m not on birth control,” I said, blushing. I didn’t have money for a doctor’s visit or the monthly payments.
“That’s perfect, so we can get to it right away,” Evan said, not even asking why I wasn’t on birth control. He said “get to it” like it was a business transaction.
I guessed it was. A baby for seventy-five million dollars. The sex in between was just an afterthought to him. God. To think that soon, we would be fucking? It was crazy.
I’d dreamed about Evan so many times–sex dreams where he had me in all sorts of positions, taking me repeatedly. I’d fantasized about him again and again–my friend’s hot dad who happened to have one of the best bodies I’d ever seen and eyes that made me feel naked when he looked at me.
“I set up an appointment for you with a gynecologist,” he said.
I swallowed hard. Surely, I could have made an appointment? He hadn’t even asked me.
“I trust her,” he said as if he knew what I was thinking
I nodded. Considering that he was forking out this much money for me to carry his baby, I guessed I could go along.
“The appointment is for three,” he said. Which meant that we would go there straight after lunch.
And we did. We went to the offices of a Dr. Monroe. We sat in the waiting room. Mothers in various stages of pregnancy sat waiting. I looked at their bellies. This was what was waiting for me. They looked at me, glancing at Evan. He was old enough to be my father. He looked so important, though, that no one made a point of saying anything.
“Forbes,” a lady called from the office door, and I stood up.
“I’ll wait here for you,” Evan said.
Thank God. I’d been terrified that he would insist on coming into the consultation with me. That would have been too much for me to handle. I felt like I might not have the liberty to say no to Evan, should he insist on being inappropriate. He was paying, after all, and I needed the money so badly.
“Miss Forbes,” the gynecologist said, smiling at me, and I relaxed right away. She looked to be a few years older than me, and she had a friendly smile. Her light hair was pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail. “You’re looking to get pregnant, I hear?”
I nodded. “Surrogate,” I said.
Monroe nodded. “Evan told me. I’m so happy he’s taken this step.”
How much had Evan told her?
“Let’s see what we’re working with, shall we?” she asked.
She did a series of urine and blood tests and asked me questions about my cycles and routines. I felt comfortable discussing them with her. I could see why Evan would trust her, although why he knew such a good gynecologist was anyone’s guess. She couldn’t be old enough to have been Lily’s mother’s doctor.
“All right,” Monroe said when we were done. “The blood test results won’t come back for a few days, but I can tell you what I do know. You should be ovulating about a week from now, so if you’re all set, you can get going as soon as you want to. I think we should arrange for the two of you to come in here together and we can talk about your options – insemination is usually the best way to go and there shouldn’t be any complications. You’re young and healthy.”
I shook my head. “We’re doing it the traditional way.”
Monroe blinked at me. I was sure she was going to say something, but she just nodded and made a note.
“Well, that simplifies things, then.”
I felt self-conscious. Everyone talked about it like it was a business deal. Maybe it was, but this was still my body, and we were talking about having a baby – the traditional way – for crying out loud. But I was doing it for money.
“Thank you, Dr. Monroe,” I said to her when I got up to leave. I wanted to escape. She had been nothing but nice, but I was starting to feel a little invaded. I left the office and walked back to the waiting room. Evan stood up when he saw me.
We walked out of the building together, Evan not saying a word until we were in the car. We’d come here in his car–a black monstrosity that was almost long enough to qualify as a limo.
He respected my privacy a lot more than I’d thought he would.
“How’d it go?” he asked when we were in the car.
I was aware of how close he was sitting, only inches of leather seat open between us. I glanced toward the driver. He was behind a tinted glass screen.
“It went okay,” I said. “She… she said I’m ovulating in a week.”
Evan smiled. “That’s very good,” he said.
I nodded. “She said so, too.”
Evan’s eyes were bright when he looked at me, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. He wanted to get me naked. He wanted to stick his dick in me and start making babies. His lust was written all over his face. But I had to admit, the idea of having to sleep with him out of necessity was a turn-on for me, too.
I could think of worse ways to earn a living.
How many times had I dreamed about what it would be like if Evan pinned me down on the bed and claimed me? I wanted him to undress me, peeling my clothes back in layers until I was naked in front of him. I’d seen his body–most of it–when I’d been over at Lily’s and he’d been at the pool.
Evan had the kind of body that had been maintained for years. He trained regularly, and it showed.
And I had an idea of the size of his dick, as well. Evan was old school and unashamed of his body, which meant that a Speedo was more than enough coverage for him. He’d gotten out of the pool once after swimming laps, and I’d gotten a good look at what the material was tracing.
“So,” he said. “Are you ready to get started right away?”
I blushed. My cheeks burned bright red, and he grinned at me.
“You’re blushing,” he said.
I nodded.
“Why?”
I took a deep breath. “I don’t know if this is appropriate to say, but I’ve had a crush on you for a while. I mean... I’ve thought about you, you know?”
It came out all wrong, and I blushed more. Evan chuckled.
“Really, now?” he asked.
I nodded. I wasn’t going to tell him what the details of my fantasies had been, of course. But sleeping with Evan–or rather, having him fuck me–was something I’d wanted for a long time. I wanted him to take me back to his place, drag me to his bedroom like a Viking, strip me of my clothes, and fuck me hard. I wanted him to treat me like a piece of ass. He was always so charming, such a gentleman to me. Now, I wanted him to fuck me like an animal.
The thoughts were so vivid. I was getting wet. I scissored my thighs together, shifting a little on the leather seat. The sexual tension was so thick in the car, I could barely breathe. I couldn’t think about anything other than Evan and what he might do to me later when we “got started.”
“You want me,” Evan said. It wasn’t a question.
I nodded.
“Good,” he said. He leaned closer to me. His lips brushed against mine, and I shivered. “Very good.”
He breathed against my lips. My body responded, heat washing through me and pooling between my legs. I melted into my panties. God, I wanted Evan.
But he didn’t make another move. Instead, he sat back, opening the partition between us and the driver and gave him my address to drop me off at home.
This wasn’t part of the bargain, but I had a feeling teasing was Evan’s personal flare.
And it was effective.
God, it was effective.