Page 5 of Pregnant By the Playboy

Carrie knows almost everyone, and she walks me through the gorgeous house, introducing me to men and raising her eyebrows in question. She seems determined to make sure I have sex tonight, and I appreciate it.

We pass a man and woman making out in the hall. The guy’s got his tongue down the woman’s throat and his hand under her dress. I watch as his hand slides higher...

Many of the men are good-looking, but apparently I’m picky tonight, even if I’m just interested in going to bed, not a relationship. A relationship would be nice, too—I haven’t had a boyfriend in two years—but that’s not why you go to a party like this.

It’s important to do everything with a purpose, and for tonight, mine is simply: have fun and get laid.

And then I see him.

It’s like there’s a neon arrow above him, pointing down.

He’s wearing a black suit and white shirt. He’s East Asian, and he has black hair, a little too long to be strictly proper, I think.

He’s sitting on a leather couch, next to a woman with red hair and a green dress.

And oh yeah, they’re making out.

Yes, the man I’ve set my sights on is currently making out with another woman. He’s got one hand cupping her ass, the other cupping the back of her head, and there’s just something about the way he’s touching her, molding her body to his. I’m mesmerized.

I want him to do that to me.

Right here, in front of everyone.

My mouth is suddenly dry, and I take a sip of my wine.

“Who’s that?” I ask.

“Vince Fong,” Carrie replies.

Oh. I swallow.

I know Vince by reputation only. He’s the youngest son in the illustrious Fong family. His father started a successful investment company, which his oldest brother now runs. His other brother is a writer. And Vince, he sold his tech start-up for a ton of money a while back, and ever since, he’s been rolling in cash and living the high life.

“He’s good friends with Brian,” Carrie says.

Ah. I can imagine that Brian with his gorgeous house and parties would have a friend like Vince Fong.

As if feeling my gaze on him, Vince breaks the kiss and looks at me.

My instinct is to look away, but no, I’m not going to. I continue to stare.

He winks and shoots me a cocky smile that says he knows exactly what I want. That says he knows he’s hot stuff.

These sorts of men usually piss the shit out of me, but for some reason, that smile makes me even more attracted to Vince.

Carrie smirks. “You like him?”

“Yeah,” I admit.

“I bet he’d be up for a threesome.”

I jolt back.

She laughs. “I’m sure he’s had quite a few of those over the years.”

But I want Vince all to myself.

He’s not the kind of guy I usually like, but I just want someone to show me a great night, and I bet he’s more than capable of that.