2.9- Contract

"Oh, go change. I'll wait here."

The words couldn't have been more brief, and she cringed inwardly. Why on earth did he agree to this? He can find any number of women to bear him children. But it's not without its emotional complications, she reminded herself after a moment. Victor, like her, doesn't want a "real" marriage.

So what about giving birth to one or more of his children? The thought stuck in her throat like gravel.

All afternoon, she thought about his request, remembering how convinced she was that she wanted children. But her marriage to Dom kills her dream day after day, and Amy isn't sure she can revive it.

She put the briefcase on a bar stool, reached for the champagne, took a sip, and put the glass back on the counter. He was back in no time, thankfully in a pair of khaki shorts and a gray T-shirt, so all she had to face was the alluring specter of his tanned legs, muscular calves, and perfectly covered black hair. So masculine, and—she moaned inside. It will be a di