Making His Baby(12)

I have to shake my head and cut those thoughts from my mind as I feel my pants tighten. I need to control myself. I need to think clearly if I’m going to have her. Thinking with my cock isn’t going to get my anywhere.

Taking a deep breath, I walk up to her slowly.

“Carrie,” I say as she spots me. “Would it be too much to tell you how breathtaking you look tonight?”

“Usually, I would say yes,” she says with a smile. “But considering how good I look tonight, I’ll let it slide.”

As she says this, I can see her cheeks turning slightly red. She may talk a big game, but she is nervous.

“Shall we,” I say, as I gesture to the restaurant across the lobby. Even though it’s a hotel restaurant, the Ritz features a very fancy and very highly recommended restaurant.

“After you,” she says with a smile.

I lead her through the lobby to the restaurant, where the hostess does the rest. She seats us, and I ask for their most expensive bottle of red wine. She nods her head and shuffles off, leaving the two of us alone.

“Nice place,” Carrie says as she looks around the restaurant. I can see from the expression on her face that she is quietly impressed. Like I said, it’s a very nice establishment.

“Wait until you try the food,” I respond. “I won’t be surprised if you want to order a second meal.”

“Will that be a problem?”

“Not at all. Just so long as you let me try it.”

“I don’t think so,” she says with a chuckle. “You’re going to have to order your own. I don’t share.”

“Even if I ask nicely? I can be quite persuasive, if given the chance.”

She laughs at this, but her cheeks redden at the implication. Carrie likes to pretend she’s immune to my charm, but her face betrays her.

“Yeah,” she says. “We’ll see about that. I’m not convinced just yet. But maybe if I’m in a generous mood, I will see it in my heart to let you try some.”

“Well, I can always bribe you,” I say. “If that’s what it takes.”

“By all means,” she says, smiling. “I could use the cash.”

“Who said it was going to be money that I bribed you with?” I say, changing my tone to a serious one.

“Oh?” She responds, pretending to be affronted by my change in pace. “Is this why you asked me here? I have to admit, I’ve been curious about what it is you’re going to propose. You might say you’ve been in my thoughts all day.”

“I like to hear that,” I say, unable to hide my smile. As before, the two of us have instant fire. It is a wonder that we don’t get burned. “But I suppose you want to hear what it is I invited you here for?”

“So much,” she responds, smirking slightly as she does.

“Well, I was going to wait until after dinner, but here it goes. As you know, it was my high-school reunion   the other night. There, I was subjected to seeing all my old friends again, and although I feel like I’ve outperformed them in certain aspects of my life, my career for example, there is one thing they have I am missing out on.”

“That was?” She asks, leaning forward. She looks a little confused.

“A family,” I say. “Children to be more specific. Despite everything I have done, everything I have accomplished, I don’t have any children. I have been thinking about this for a while, and after that night at my old school, it confirmed that I do want children. I can’t stop thinking about it. I think it’s about more than just having a kid, too, but having someone to pass on my legacy to. Someone to help grow and see grow. There is something so pure about it, so real. I make movies, but they won’t last. A child will. You see what I mean?”

“Okay,” she says uncertainly, looking at me like she doesn’t understand. “And where do I come in?”

“Don’t freak out, but I’ve been thinking. Well, I’m just going to come out and say it. Carrie, I’d like you to have my baby.”





Chapter 10


CARRIE





“Excuse me?” I say, unable to hide the surprise on my face.

Any game that I have been playing, any attempt to try to assert my dominance has been immediately blown out the window. I have never been so caught off guard.

“Hear me out, Carrie” he hurries, taking my hand. I let him, barely even noticing. I am still in shock. “I am willing to pay you, of course. A rather large sum. And I’m also willing to do anything that is needed to make the process as easy and comfortable as possible for you.”

“Oh, how generous,” I say quietly, still having trouble processing all of this. I’m not even sure if I’m being sarcastic. It’s like a semi-trailer to the face as I work to take in his proposal.