Page 26 of Man Seeking Woman

Chapter Seven

Ella

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What a fucking jerk.

I shouldn't have even bothered with that ad. I sould have listened to Kayla and to my gut when something felt off to begin with. My curiosity had gotten the best of me, and sadly, it wasn't the opportunity I expected.

There was no position to care for children or clean a home. It was all a fucking joke, a proposition. And I'm not a damn hooker.

I can't believe this. I can't believe I was so naive to think there was more to that damn ad.

Sitting in the back of the cab, the scent of his cologne spread up around my face, seeping into my senses as I breathed. His scent was thick, but inviting, a mix of copra, white bergamot and orange. Taking in a deep breath, I snuggled deeper into his coat without thinking about it. I was warm, almost hugged by the man who had just given me the shock of my life.

He's crazy, no one is just going to agree to have a child with someone they don't know.

I knew couples used surrogates to create a family, or people would use other methods to attaine the family of their dreams. But an ad in the fucking paper was the ballsiest move I had ever heard of.

The taxi slowed to a stop outside my building. Getting out, I thanked the driver and headed inside. Stepping into my apartment, I walked straight to my room and let my body fall onto the bed.

This sucks. . .

Rolling onto my side, I let the jacket fall loosely around my body. The thought of taking it off wasn't on my mind, I actually liked the way it smelled and how it felt as it covered me.

August's face popped into my head, and even though I was angry that he would even entertain the idea that I'd have his baby for money, I couldn't understand how someone so handsome would need to do it that way.

Why doesn't he have a girlfriend? Why did he have to offer money to a stranger in exchange for a baby?

My mind couldn't process the thoughts. He had everything; looks, wealth, a sexy ass body. He should be dripping in women, swatting them away like flies.

It was dissapointing that the night ended the way it had. If I had met him at a club, I knew I wouldn't have thought twice about going home with him. You don't pass on a man like August Burke under normal circumstances.

His hands were bear sized with thick fingers, fingers that would fill me up if he slipped them inside. The more I thought about him, the more that smirk of his and that dimple would make my heart flutter and my pussy pulse. Pulling the coat up around my neck, I inhaled a deep breath of his cologne.

A tingle worked its way down my belly, making me wonder if his beard would tickle my pussy if he buried his face between my legs.