His Surrogate For Hire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Read Online Free PDF

was not sure why.
    Winding through the hallways, Diana found her way to the dining room.
Everything was exquisitely decorated, from the lush red carpeting to
the fine china trimmed in gold, she felt both out of place and
excited at the same time. The table was long enough to seat an army
and she could not imagine having dinner with that many people.
    No one was there when she arrived, so she just browsed, looking
around at all of the décor up close.
    "I'm so glad you are joining me for dinner."
    Diana turned around to see Clay standing there, looking dapper in a
pair of dark tan colored slacks and a long sleeved blue shirt.
    "I guess great minds think alike," she remarked motioning
between the two of them to point out the fact that they were wearing
the same color.
    "They most certainly do." He came to her, offering a glass
of red wine.
    "Thank you," she said accepting the glass and taking a sip.
    He held out his hand. "Come and take a walk with me."
    "Alright." She followed him out toward the gardens.
    "This is beautiful, Clay." Beautiful was an understatement.
    "Thank you. I can really appreciate things that are eye
catching. This space is my sanctuary. With all of the stress and high
performance that goes into doing what I do, I need a space that is
relaxing."
    "I bet. Tell me more about what you do."
    Clay looked a bit confused at first, but he went ahead and gave her
the brief synopsis of what he did for a living and about his company.
    "Sounds pretty interesting."
    "You know, no one ever really asks me much about myself."
    She sipped her wine. "Maybe you are associated with all of the
wrong people."
    Clay threw his head back with a hearty laugh. "You may be
right."
    They continued walking around the pathway. "What about you,
Diana? Tell me about yourself."
    She hesitated for a moment, but figured there could not be much harm
in sharing some information about herself.
    "Let's see. I worked for a company for over ten years, only to
go to work one day and have them fire me. Actually, it was a bunch of
us that lost our jobs that day. Anyway, it was pretty horrible, and
I've spent the last few weeks trying to figure out my life."
    Clay smiled. "That's because your work is not who you are. I
asked you to tell me about yourself."
    She was stumped, but when she figured out what he was saying she
obliged.
    "I love romance novels, white cheddar cheese popcorn, the smell
of clothes fresh out of the dryer, and the feel of sand between my
toes when I go to the beach."
    "Aahh, interesting."
    Their playful banter was easily flirtatious.
    "And you?" Diana asked.
    "Well, I like long walks, going to the movies and especially
watching horror movies, playing a strong game of chess, and a stiff
drink at the end of the day."
    She giggled. "That's quite a list."
    He raised his glass to her. "Yes well, I know what I like."
His eyebrow raised, he smiled. She could not tell if he was talking
about his list or her.
    "Are we late for dinner?" Diana asked.
    "Late, no. But are you hungry?"
    "Just a little," she replied pinching her pointer finger
and thumb together.
    "Shall we then?"
    Clay led the way back inside. It was such a warm night, she wanted to
stay outside and enjoy the weather.
    "Would it be too much if we moved our meal outside?" Clay
asked as if reading her mind.
    "Wonderful."
    Things were going well and she practically forgot she moved in to the
mansion to become a surrogate. Instead, Diana felt like she was on a
first date, getting to know a potential beau.
    While Clay went inside to ask the staff to set up dinner outside in
the gazebo, Diana took herself on a stroll, admiring the landscaping.
It all felt so surreal. Even though there was a trade off, she felt
so lucky.
    "Diana, are you ready?" Clay beckoned her over to him.
    "I am."
    He led the way to the gazebo, which had been set up as exquisitely as
the dining room table had been inside.
    "This is all so lovely, Clay."
    "Only the best."
    Diana hoped her stomach would not growl,