Chapter 84: The Proposal

Megan forgot to breathe. All the air left her lungs in a whoosh and she felt lightheaded. What exactly was he suggesting? That they date before she got pregnant - no, not pregnant - artificially implanted with his and his dead wife's embryo.

Whoever his wife had been, she was damn lucky. The guy was muscular, handsome, and polite. His office had expensive furniture along with silver and gold figurines that she wouldn't doubt were real. They looked pricey. Like everything about him and his office. He wore a silk emerald shirt and gray pants that hugged his muscles. His golden eyes seemed to study her like a lion does its prey before pouncing. It both excited and terrorized her. A rush of adrenaline to flee or fight raced through her. Yet, at the time, the desire to strip and crawl across his wooden desk filled her.

He was right. There was some kind of connection...attraction between them. But right now, she had to decide if she would take this leap and do what he asked or not.