Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
“Excuse me…I have an appointment.” Her voice kills me, it’s soft, low as if just above a whisper yet there’s a hint of a smooth husky heat to it. Not grating at all. What little resistance I have is crumbling. I’m standing way too close to her and the receptionist sees it, making the wrong assumption.
“Are you Mr. and Mrs. Smith?” she asks, smiling at us both. No, but we will be Mr. and Mrs. Masterson soon if I get my way. And I always get my way.
“No.” She turns around and finally takes a look at her future husband. A small gasp escapes her parted, pale pink glossy lips. There’s a hint of desire in her honey-colored eyes that I’d seen a thousand times over in my life, but this is the first time I want to act on it. A desire that I know I’ll be able to satisfy.
“What’s your name, beautiful?” I question as her eyes remain on me.
“Lynn.” She instantly blanches, feeling her face flush as if she’s not allowed to tell strangers her name. God, she’s adorable. I want to pull her to me and touch that soft cheek. Damn, does she know how much she’s stealing my soul? Probably not because I doubt people do this thing—falling for a complete stranger with one just look.
“Lynn? I’m sorry Miss, but I don’t have a Lynn on my list today,” the receptionist says. I cock my brow up, thinking they’ll just send her on her way, and I can talk her into being mine.
“Oh sorry. It’s Gwendolyn Franks. I’m here for surrogacy,” she whispers to the lady as if I can’t hear her. I’m practically touching my sweet woman.
“Ah, yes. We have yet to match you with a family. We’ll do that after we run some tests. You look physically healthy enough, but there’s a lot of tests before we get started. I need you to fill out these forms. Did you bring your ID and medical records?”
“Um. Yes.” She fidgets with her messenger bag ready to hand it over when the receptionist interrupts her movements.
“Okay. When you fill these out, you can hand in that information.” She nods and takes it, when she turns to go to a table set up in the corner, she doesn’t realize I’m so close and slams into my chest. My hands go to her arms, stopping her from falling backward or at least that’s the excuse I’m going with because I want to touch her. She feels so good in my arms.
“Excuse me, sir. You’re in my way.” She pulls out of my grip, and with a huff, she steps around me. It’s cool. I’m not giving up that easily. Hell, I’m not sure I could ever give up on the idea of my Doll and me.
“Sir, how can I help you?” the receptionist asks, practically purring her words like an eager kitty. I don’t care because it’s not her who has my attention. My little kitten’s hissing at me instead. Fuck, I’m glad my suit jacket is hiding my hard-on. Although what I’m here to do, being hard is the intention. At least that’s the excuse I’d use.
“I’m scheduled to give a sample. Grant Masterson,” I say, dragging my eyes away from my beauty for just a moment.
“Oh, Mr. Masterson. Yes, sir. We need you to fill out a few things, but we’ve been waiting for your arrival. You will have a choice between a lot of these candidates.”
“I already have one in mind,” I remark, turning my head back to my little thing who although pretending to be focused on her paper has stopped to listen to our conversation.
“I’m sorry, sir, but she’s not available for donation, but strictly for surrogacy. You will need to find a female donor.” The woman actually huffs. She has no idea that I can have what I want and the only thing I want is not far from me, looking adorably embarrassed.
“Give me the papers,” I growl. The receptionist gives them to me with unsteady hands. Good. She should be afraid of me. No one is getting in the way of what I want.
Without hesitation, I sit down next to my woman a little closer than is considered polite, but I just can’t stop myself. “So Gwendolyn, I’m guessing you are here to become a surrogate and for a couple you don’t even know.”
“How do you know all that?” She narrows her eyes at me.
“I have ears, and they are tuned in on everything you.”
Her brows scrunch up and she shakes her head. “Are you hitting on me before going to donate sperm? Do you like to have a ton of children in the world with your genes?”
“Ha. No, doll. I’m not interested in that at all. I’m here because I’m a busy man, and I’m looking to find a woman worthy of giving and carrying my baby. I need an heir. And you look like the perfect candidate.”