No. I was too turned on. You made me wet. But I swear, I’m not a nympho. I promise not to touch you inappropriately. “Yeah. You?”
He nods.
“I started coffee. For us.”
His eyes light up. I knew he’d love some in the morning.
“Let me get it for you.” I head to the kitchen and pour him a generous mugful. “And do you want me to make some for your guests?”
“Guests?” He frowns and checks his phone. “Weird…”
“Your mom sent them. Actually, one’s from your father.”
He whips around. If he were a billboard, a neon redOh fuck!would be flashing. “You turned them away, right?”
“No. I—”
Chimes go off and the door opens. The women spill into the foyer. Nicholas runs toward them, placing his coffee on the counter.
I follow him out, feeling a kernel of panic. Did I let in stalkers or something?
The intercom screen didn’t do the women justice. They’re even prettier in person. And fashionably dressed. Closer, the air around them smells like posh perfume. They toss glossy hair—probably straightened professionally, because it’s so sleek and shiny—and wave their greetings.
If I had even half their beauty and confidence, Dad would be proud.
“Hi, Nicholas,” one of them says, giving him a coy look. She’s the one with the biggest breasts and roundest butt. Her skintight red dress leaves nothing to the imagination. Not even her nipples are hidden. She’s most definitely not wearing anything underneath.
Nicholas’s eyes narrow. “Who are you?”
“I’m Candy. Ted’s pick.” She giggles as she places a hand over her generous and extraordinarily well-formed chest. I’ve never had breast envy, but I’m beginning to feel it now. “The rest are from Nikki.”
“Why are my parents together?” he says, looking slightly horrified.
“Oh, they’re not.”
“Is it really true that you’re going to pay two hundred thousand dollars for a baby?” one of them says.
What?I swing my undoubtedly wide eyes to him.
“No!” Nicholas shoos the women toward the door. “Out! All of you!”
The women begin to mill around, but don’t make much progress toward the door. “Wait, I really need the money! And my eggs are great!”
“I have a twin if you’re into that.Identical.” A wink.
“I’m not even into you, much less two of you,” Nicholas says. “Now,out! Before I call the police!”
“But I want to get paid!”
“Invoice my mother!”
When they’re finally all standing outside, he slams the door shut, then locks it loudly. The muffled sound of women complaining comes through the solid wooden door.
“Wow,” I say. “That’s…not what I expected when I let them in.”
“It isn’t what any rational human would expect.” Nicholas looks pained. “Excuse me. I need to make a call.”
Chapter Eleven
