“No one can hear,” he remarked with an amused grin. “Seriously, stop Katie, this place is triple-reinforced and insulated, no one can hear you but me.”
But I wasn’t giving up. I backed up and began doing karate kicks against the heavy oak.
“Open,” I huffed as I swung my foot as hard as possible. God, why did my jeans have to be so tight? It was so hard to get good leverage when wearing stiff denim, and I cursed myself for splurging on the pair. They were supposed to make my butt look good, but did the manufacturer ever think about what would happen when I needed to make an escape?
“Hi-ya!” I screamed again, giving it my best chop.
Mason merely chuckled.
“Please honey, it’s doing you no good,” he said mildly again. “Come back and sit.”
I wouldn’t listen, instead continuing with my karate kicks. But the door remained steadfastly closed, my insistent pummeling doing nothing except amusing the man who watched. And finally, I turned back to him, panting and breathless, face red with exertion.
“You have to tell me what’s going on,” I wheezed, leaning over my knees. “This is so crazy and insane.”
He merely patted the couch cushion next to him.
“Come sit next to me and I’ll tell you everything,” he invited. I looked warily at that big hand and where he wanted me to sit. How did I know it was safe? Maybe he’d slip those handcuffs on again. But Mason held up both his hands in surrender.
“Naw baby, no need for cuffs this time, I promise,” he said. “Just sit and talk for a little, you’ll see.”
With that, I made my way slowly to the couch, lowering myself on the cushion as far from him as possible.
“What?” I asked in a low voice. “What could possibly justify all this?” I asked, shivering a little. “This is insane.”
He nodded in acknowledgment.
“Of course, it’s insane. But then again, Major Corporation has never been known for playing by the rules. In fact, the opposite,” he continued mildly. “We’re known for pushing the limits to make things happen. And like I said,” he said, swinging that blue gaze back to me again, “I need a pregnant fiancée, and you honey, are the best woman to create that illusion.”
I goggled once again, unable to help.
“But why? And couldn’t you find anyone else? You’re gorgeous,” I stammered over the words, “There must be women everywhere who would love to have your baby, why do you need a someone like me?”
Mason’s look grew more wolfish.
“Because we need a particular type of woman. Like I said baby, not anyone’s gonna do. We need someone who looks innocent, sweet and ripe, with real baby-making capacity. And that’s you.”
I goggled.
“But there has to be another way,” I pleaded. “I’m a stranger! Couldn’t you find a girlfriend? Or an ex-girlfriend? Or a female friend?”
Mason looked at me wryly.
“We thought about all that, and it’s not gonna work. First, because I haven’t exactly had a string of winners as girlfriends,” he acknowledged. “More like they’ve been vipers after my money. So no, that avenue’s not going to work.”
But that wasn’t the only option.
“But how about a surrogate?” I asked. “I mean, all you need is a fake fiancée right? Why don’t you get an actress or a model or something? There are girls who’d do this for money.”
The gleam in his eyes grew.
“That’s right baby, but I’m not after an actress or model, those girls are dumb as shit. I need to convince the board that I have a real fiancée, and hopefully one who’s pregnant. That’s the only way to release granddad’s money, it’s the only way the plan’s gonna work. So yeah,” he rumbled. “You’re it, honey. You look ripe, fertile, and exactly the kind of good girl that’s wife material. Besides,” he added with a gleam to his eye. “I plan on doing some impregnating, if you get what I mean.”
My mouth went dry.
“Impregnating?” I parroted in a weak whisper. “What?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he said with another knowing smile. “You know exactly what I mean.”
I shook my head, dumbfounded.
“No, I don’t,” I whispered. “I really don’t.”
“I’m sure you do,” he cajoled. “Because natural is best, right? So that means that we’re going to get down the old-fashioned way, dick in pretty pussy until semen’s gushing out.”
That got me.
“No,” I whispered disbelievingly. “You don’t know me. I don’t know you. We can’t be doing this, absolutely not.”