I realized I was doing anything but looking at the three alphas. But this was it. My wobbly legs took me to the desk.
"This is Fritz and Etienne, Miss Prince," the man behind the desk said as I sat. "And I'm Hastings… Mr. Hastings."
Mr. Hastings had black hair, a granite jaw and gray eyes. Fritz was very tall, hair like wet sand blond, tanned and he had leaner muscle than Etienne and Mr. Hastings. Etienne was the largest in size of the three. He had the widest of shoulders, massive arms and chest and he looked at me like he wanted to eat me as he leaned against the wall.
"When was your last heat, Presley?" Etienne asked with the kind of French accent that velvet would sound like if it was a sound.
My thighs clenched, I was already a littlewet there.
"Two months ago," I squeaked.
I crossed my legs feeling the slick already building just by being around alphas.
God, I needed to get a real life. If I get this job, I swear I would save some of the money to make sure I have all my future heats in a clinic. "The next one is due in two weeks, sometimes they come earlier."
I needed to show them I was serious about this. That I could do it and be professional at the same time. I dug into my bag, past my clothes and wrapped my hand around what I was looking for. Then I smiled as I dropped the turkey baster onto the mahogany desk.
The silence in the office was deafening. "It's for the insemination," I blurted out. "I’ll boil it twice when I go into heat to make sure it’s immaculate before your..." My finger turned in the air as I tried to find the words. “Liquid…You know… Your contribution gets mixed inside.”
The three men just stared at me.
“Or will it only be one contribution load? Have you already decided who wants to be the father?”
"Miss Prince." Mr. Hastings' voice dropped an octave as he exchanged a look with his pack. "I think we should discuss the clauses in the contract immediately. First of all, any insemination will happen naturally.”
Naturally?
“You mean. Like you’re not all gay?”
"No,we are not. And the baby will be made naturally."
My stomach was going to land on the floor.
"I thought this was a business arrangement." My heart was thumping away like a donkey trying to kick its way out. “You can’t expect that.”
"We won't produce our heirs with kitchen utensils." Etienne’s nostrils flared.Was he smelling me?
"It’s not just a kitchen utensil," I snapped. "I'm trying to be professional. I'm trying to make this easy for you."
"We don't want easy, Miss Prince." Mr. Hastings leaned forward. His gray eyes on mine looked like flint. "But so you don’t get the wrong idea, we certainly don't want an omega. To be clear, this is a surrogate contract. We have no room in our lives for a permanent mate, nor do we desire one. Our pack is complete as it is. We require an heir, and you require... Well Miss Prince, why do you require this? Most women with your qualities would be looking for a bonding, not a paycheck."
Heat crawled up my neck. I looked at the three rich, powerful alphas who lived in their triple glass tower.
Three handsome alphas who wanted to produce a baby the natural way. But I could do it. Having alphas to take me through my heat would be different, possibly good. Anything would be better than doing it alone.
"I want a life." My voice was steadier than I felt a moment ago. "I live in a caravan that’s more rust than metal, Mr. Hastings. I spend my winters choosing between eating a hot meal or turning on the heater for an hour. I don't want your claim, your name or your pack. All I want is enough money to get out of that caravan parkand rent a nice little cottage with a garden which has a foundation that doesn't shake when the wind blows. And I want a cat. A real one of my own that I don't have to share with my grumpy neighbor."
The silence that followed was different. It wasn't mocking. Fritz stopped smiling, his green eyes tracked over my face with a new intensity. Etienne straightened up from the wall, his gaze dropping to my worn boots.
"A cottage and a cat," Etienne murmured, his French accent licking between my legs.
Oh!
Get back on track.
"And we want a baby," Mr. Hastings added, his voice unreadable.
"You do," I agreed as a tiny lump formed in my throat. "I'll give you your dream, if you give me mine."
