He takes one, two steps toward me. Red creeps into my cheeks as he places a hand on my hip. Involuntarily, I think, He smells good. Like pine with a hint of citrus. "Lucky for you and your parents, I'm benevolent enough to offer an alternative method of payment," he says. From the lust in his gray gaze, I have a pretty good idea what the "alternative method of payment" is, but I ask anyway, "What do you want, Mr. Ricci?" "I want you to carry my child." His words make me lightheaded. Today was not a good day to skip dinner. "Um, what?" I ask, my legs trembling with the struggle to stay upright. Maybe I heard him wrong. No such luck. "I want you to carry my child, Paisley." WORD COUNT: 5,000 A sexy short story about a young woman and her father's creditor!

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