“Sounds great. I’ll see you then.”
“Thank you for letting me do this,” he said.
The sincerity in his voice permeated through the phone and relaxed all tension from my muscles.
“You're welcome, Andrew. I look forward to speaking with you again.”
I went through the motions of my evening routine, replaying our conversation.
There was no framework for the kind of relationship to have between a surrogate and the client.
I felt a little too much anticipation in my blood over what was supposed to be a business dinner.
Because it sure as hell didn’t feel like business.
CHAPTER 7
CAMERON
Keep it together Cameron.
This is a business agreement, just like you wanted.
I knocked on her apartment door and held my breath once she opened it. Those dark, brooding eyes looked up at me.
Her long hair was artfully piled high on her head. She looked exactly like she had in my fucking dream. She was wearing this little black dress that left little of her curves to the imagination but she still looked elegant.
I had to take a step back, trying to put some distance between us. I felt her body radiating heat when she turned around to face me.
“Ready to go?” she asked.
“Wow. You look amazing, Heather.”
She smiled at me, and those beautiful lips of hers parted so I could take in the beauty of her features.
“You look nice as well. I didn’t take you for a suit guy.”
“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” I said as I offered her my arm. “Shall we?”
I escorted her to my car, painfully aware of how her hand curled around my bicep.
Fuck. My cock was already throbbing at the touch of her skin. I opened her door and helped her into my car, enjoying the way her hand slid effortlessly into mine.
Then, her legs caught my eye. Shit. They slid into my truck and flexed for my viewing pleasure as I shut the door.
The drive to the restaurant was silent, and I wasn’t sure what to do. If this were years ago and I was on a date, I would’ve taken her hand or slid my palm over her knee. Maybe I would have worked my way up that delicious thigh of hers and teased her, given her a taste of what was to come later that night.
But this wasn’t a date.
I hadn’t practiced my moves on a woman for so long, although I was confide
nt that if the time came it would come back naturally.
Even so, I didn’t want to make Heather uncomfortable.
What the hell are you doing Cameron?
If I was being fully honest with myself, I was way in over my head for setting the stage for a date in the first place.