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

she was so hungry. Being a
gentleman, Clay pulled out her chair. Dinner and conversation was as
wonderful as Diana hoped it would be. They laughed, talked about
nothing in specific, and had more of the friendly conversation flow
they had the first day they met.
    Clay
offered her a fresh glass of wine.
    "Thank
you." By now, Diana could not remember how many glasses she'd
had.
    "This
may be a bit presumptuous Diana, but I like you." Clay's smile
was friendly, but Diana was sure she could detect a hint of a budding
attraction.
    Whatever
was happening, she wanted to make sure it was genuine and not a
result of the wine talking.
    "I
like you too, Clay." It was not entirely a lie. He was totally
different than what she thought he would be. He was more calm,
talkative, and much more friendly than she assumed he would be.
    "Shall
we call it a night?" he asked.
    "I
think so."
    Clay
came around to her side of the table and held his hand out to help
her out of her seat. Their hands connected, Diana was unable to deny
the electricity that was surging between the two. It caught her off
guard. Just as the kiss he planted on her lips. She could not, and
did not back away. Instead, she found herself savoring the taste of
his lips. When she realized what was happening, the confusion set in.
Had she just kissed the man that was employing her? Diana stepped
back, trying to gain some focus and make sure she did not jump to
conclusions.
    Clay
regarded her, staying quiet about what had just transpired.
    "Can
I see you inside?" he asked finally.
    "Yes,
thank you."
    Clay walked her inside and bid
her goodnight, no further mention of their kiss. Instead, they ended
the night after two bottles of wine and good company. Diana slid her
shoes off halfway down the hallway, walking the rest of the way to
her room in her bare feet. The kiss both puzzled her and incited a
place in her that had not been awakened in a while, but she was going
to play the situation as Clay did. It was possible that it was just a
friendly kiss. She reminded herself not to get too caught up in the
lifestyle or any of what was happening because it was all temporary.
The only thing she needed to do right now was enjoy the fairy tale.
It was not meant to last forever.
    *****
    The part that was not so glamorous was the many trips to the doctor's
office. That was what kept Diana aware of the reality that she agreed
to be a surrogate. Between monitoring ovulation and her body's
hormones, as well as her diet and increasing exercise, Diana started
to feel like a guinea pig.
    She was supposed to be inseminated, but after all of this poking and
prodding, she wondered if it would not be easier to just get pregnant
the old fashioned way. But that was not the option at hand. She had
to play by the rules, and with the pay off she was going to receive,
it would all be well worth it in the long run.
    Although she was living it up in a mansion with a billionaire, Diana
did not want to take any of it for granted. Just yesterday she was
trying to figure out how to pay her bills. Today, she woke up in her
own suite, a space that was three times as big as her apartment.
    Diana was not sure what she should do with her day. There were
twenty- four hours in a day and she did not have one thing on her
agenda. It was for the best anyway because she had to be available
for a visit with the doctor at the drop of a dime.
    Between being held to a workout schedule and her diet being monitored
by both Charlotte and the in-house chef, Diana wondered how much more
strict things would become once a baby was on the way. She could not
imagine the staff letting up on any of the care and attention being
showered on her.
    The phone rang, her friend Teresa on a video call.
    "Good Morning," Diana greeted.
    "You know I had to call on the video phone so I could get the
grand tour."
    The two women began giggling like young girls as Diana walked around
the suite, holding the phone up so Teresa could see.
    "I'm telling you,