Single Dad's Surrogate

by Annie Young

  “How does it feel to make your first million for this company?” he asked.

  I frowned. There was no way I had made a million dollars already, based on the stock price. “Carter, I-”

  “I saw the press conference just now. You were right. Well, you forgot one thing.”

  “There's nothing proprietary about their process, so I didn't think-”

  “I know, Jane. So now I'm going to play the swings while the company's stock plays see-saw for the rest of the day,” he said.

  I hesitated. “That's more your forte than mine,” I said carefully.

  He shrugged. “Well then, we can split the credit.” He poured champagne into two glasses. “To the first half million you've made for this company,” he said as he handed her a glass.

  I felt like I should protest again, since I didn't really feel like I made the company a half million dollars. It all felt kind of unreal. I mean, a half million dollars could pay off every student loan I had. It was kind of absurd.

  Then I realized that I shouldn't argue with the boss. “To my first half million,” I said, clinking my glass against his. I tilted my head back and let the sparkling liquid slip down my tongue. Without thinking, I downed the entire glass. When I finished, I realized that, as I tilted my head back, I pushed my breasts out a little too far. For at least half a second, my boss's eyes were fixed on my tits. He quickly recovered and made eye contact, but the attention sent a shiver of anticipation through my body.

  He seemed to think for a moment, then he seemed to do a quick nod to himself. “You know what? You only get one 'first victory', and I want to make sure you celebrate this one right.”

  I didn't know what to say, but I managed to choke out an “Oh?”

  “Yeah. I'm going to take you out tonight. I know you're new to town, so think of where you want to go out. Any place you want, I can get reservations.” He seemed proud of this fact. His eyes remained locked on mine.

  I was shocked. Was he asking me out on a date? I wasn't his type. I wasn't a supermodel. All I had was...

  Big boobs. Which I had just flaunted in front of him. On accident.

  My heart began to race. This sexy billionaire was actually checking me out, had actually asked me out on a date. Was this possible? Was this real life?

  Is it possible to die from nervousness? I thought for the second time while in this building.

  I guess I hesitated for too long, because he continued. “You can take the rest of the day off to get ready, and I'll expect you back here after the market closes.”

  I laughed. “Leave work early?”

  “Of course,” he said. “You're not wearing that to a fancy restaurant.”

  I looked down at myself, at my pencil skirt and button-up blouse. “What's wrong with what I'm wearing?”

  He shrugged. “Nothing. It's a fine outfit for the work day, but not for after work. Just put on your favorite dress and meet me back here at six o'clock.”

  With that, he drank the rest of his glass of champagne and put the rest of the bottle on ice. Where he got ice from, I had no idea. Maybe he had an ice maker in his office for all the champagne he drank? Who knew what a billionaire had?

  He turned and went back to his desk. “Go,” he said. “I have to earn the other half a million that you made me.”

  He picked up his phone and began to dial, making it clear that we were done for now. I quickly left his office. I thought about going and telling Maddy, but instead I just walked to the door. I knew she'd never believe me anyway.

  This was going to be a night to remember.

  Chapter 9

  I drove home carefully, more nervous than I had been in a long time. Carter Winthrow, one of the sexiest bachelors in the world, wanted to take me out. To celebrate. To congratulate. And, by the way he had looked at my body, to do much more.

  As soon as I got home, I practically tore that plain pencil skirt and blouse off before turning the shower on. I hadn't yet unpacked my vibrator, but I didn't care.

  As I pulled my bra off, I got a look at my body in the mirror. My tits were huge, I had something of an hourglass figure, and I had seen Carter checking me out. I thought about him undressing me with his eyes. I thought about him watching as I put my thumbs in the waist band of my underwear and began to pull them down.

  A shiver ran through my body as my panties fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. I rushed into the shower, letting the hot water flow over my body.

  One thing that had really turned me onto this apartment had been the spacious shower, much more luxurious than I had expected in New York. As big as my shower was, there was one feature of it I used more than anything else. I smiled as I reached up and detached the shower head.

  I aimed the water right at my breasts, letting the water flow down them and imagining a fantasy version of Carter's hands on them. Fantasy-Carter moved his face down, burying his face in my tits. I pointed the shower head at one nipple and then the other, my Fantasy-Carter paying attention to both boobs equally.

  It wasn't long before the shower head began to drift south down onto my belly button. My hand followed the stream of water, touching me in ways that I imagined Carter's hand touching me. It quested ever further down, toward a place that was already tingling with pleasure. I imagined my Fantasy-Carter's face moving downward, kissing along my belly button and moving toward my inner thigh. I bit my lip with anticipation as the water crept closer and closer to my clit.

  And then, the first drops of water hit my flower. My knees buckled a little with pleasure as I imagined Fantasy-Carter's tongue attacking me, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. With my free hand, I began to massage my boobs, pinching my nipples as I moved from side to side.

  I imagined Carter getting hard as well, preparing himself to plunge into my body. Still, his tongue persisted, urging me toward climax. I braced myself against the wall of the shower as I felt myself about to come.

  My eyes closed and I felt my eyes roll back into my head as I came. I heard a whimper come from my mouth as I struggled to keep myself from collapsing on the floor of the shower. I couldn't believe how good the shower water felt against my body.

  As I felt the orgasm begin to subside, I imagined him getting to his feet. I kept the shower head pointed at my clit as I imagined him stroking his hard cock.

  "I want you," Fantasy-Carter said, moving to penetrate me...

  I gasped and quickly aimed the shower water back at my tits. The fantasy was too intense, too real. I could stay in this shower all day thinking of Carter, his muscular body using mine for pleasure. I had somewhere I needed to be, however. I needed to be with the real thing, even if it was just for dinner.

  Another time, I thought to myself as I hung the shower head back up in its cradle.

  I spent the extra time to shave my legs again, spending a little much-needed time in my bikini area. I thought about shaving myself bare, but I instead just went for a conservative landing strip. Freshly showered and feeling fantastic after my orgasm, I toweled off and went to check out my options for clothing.

  Since I had just moved here, I hadn't had a chance to go shopping. I hadn't expected myself to go on a date this soon. I hadn't been much of a party girl in college, but I did have one dress that might do.

  I smiled as I pulled it out of the closet. My college roommate had always called this my "Jane the Slut" dress. I bit my lip and smiled as I laid it out on the bed. It would do perfectly.

  I slipped it over my head, realizing I hadn't worn it in over a year and hoping it would still fit. It went past my boobs, past my waist, and with a little tugging back and forth, finally got over my hips. That's okay, I thought to myself. It's supposed to be tight.

  It certainly was tight, I thought as I looked at the woman in the mirror. The fabric going behind my neck strained slightly as it supported the weight of my breasts. The deep cut in front showed every bit of the cleavage I could get away with showing. It was a bit shorter than I remembered, and the cu
t seemed to cling to the counters of my ass, making my figure look incredible. I smiled as I continued to check myself out in the mirror.

  I went over to my closet. I normally wore a pair of conservative heels to work, but today I knew that those wouldn't do. I picked out the shoes I always wore with this dress, a pair of wedge heels that made me feel like a giant. Still, I knew that, as good as my ass already looked in this dress, these heels made it pop.

  Speaking of my ass, there was still one piece of clothing I needed to pick out.

  In my dresser, I picked out two pair of underwear and laid them on the bed. I had made this agonizing choice before, but this time it seemed to mean something. On the left side was a pair of lacy white full-back panties. I would feel totally comfortable while wearing those,. On the right side, I had a tiny black thong. It was ridiculous, but I knew that if Carter saw them, it'd drive him wild.

  Why wear underwear at all? I thought. For a moment I considered it honestly. If I really wanted to turn him on, that would do the trick. In the end, I picked up the thong and quickly slid it on. This will minimize panty lines in this dress, I told myself, but knowing that I did it because I knew it was what Carter would have wanted.

  At the mirror, I applied some make-up. A little mascara, a little blush, nothing too crazy. A quick brush of my hair and I was ready to go.

  On my way out the door, I stopped to grab my purse. There was something that I knew I should bring. I had even managed to pack them when I had moved. I went to my closet and opened a box, digging for a moment and finding them.

  I looked at the condoms, thinking that it would of course be a good idea to slip one into my purse, just in case. As I reached for them, I instead moved my hand to my belly, thinking of the girl at the cafe today with the baby. I remembered the feeling that I had, the way I wanted Carter.

  I knew that I couldn't bring a condom myself. If things did progress that far, and Carter did pull out a condom, I certainly wouldn't fight him on it. However, it had to be up to him. I wanted Carter. All of Carter. And no piece of latex was going to stand in my way.

  I laughed at myself, making plans for a sexual liaison that had very little chance of happening. Still, I was excited. Anything could happen tonight.

  Chapter 10

  When I saw my reflection in the front window of Winthrow Financial, I nearly turned around and went home. It wasn't because I thought I looked bad, though. It's just that I instantly became self-conscious. I was here, at the place I worked, and I looked like I was, well, a whore. The black dress that showed my cleavage and held tightly to my hips made me second guess my decision to wear it. It was a far cry from my gray pencil skirt and sweater that I was used to. It made me feel awkward.

  You're doing this, though, Jane, I told myself. No turning back now. This is your night.

  The office had closed for business almost an hour before. Nearly everyone had escaped to start their weekends. The only person I saw in the hallway on the way to the elevator was a gray-haired janitor. He was pulling his mop and bucket out of the janitor's closet. I chuckled to myself, thinking about Maddy's story about Carter fucking some girl in that closet and wondered once again if it was actually true.

  The janitor did a double take as I passed, his eyes locking onto my tits. It caused me to blush, but I still said a quick “hello” as I walked by. Then I turned the corner to wait for the elevator. When the doors opened, three men in suits stepped out. Every single one of them gave me a once over as I stepped out of their way. When the doors to the elevator closed, I heard a little laughter on the other end.

  Is it the outfit? I asked myself. Are they laughing at me because I look horrible? Or are they joking about what they'd do to me?

  I went to the top floor, listening to my heart thump behind my rib cage. I was nervous. Very nervous. This wasn't just a regular outing with a guy. Now that the moment was getting close, it suddenly felt overwhelming.

  It's just a celebration, I thought. That's all. A simple dinner and drinks. No big deal.

  Exhaling a long breath, I stepped out of the elevator and began walking toward the offices. Cindy had already left for the day. A few scattered papers were on her desk. It looked as though she had dropped everything and left the instant the clock had hit five.

  Carter's office door was closed and when I knocked he responded instantly.

  “Come on in,” he said.

  When I stepped through, Carter was busy typing something on his keyboard. He'd also changed his outfit. He'd gone from a black suit with a white undershirt, to a gray suit with a light lavender shirt underneath. His hair was slicked to the side and he'd given himself a fresh shave. He always looked incredible, but now he looked even better. He was polished and refined.

  “Just give me one second,” he said. “I need to send of this email.”

  I stood there near the entrance, awkwardly shuffling back and forth. He still hadn't laid eyes on me and I was beyond anxious about it. He typed a few more words and then clicked the button on his mouse.

  “Alright, that's done,” he said, spinning in his chair. “Sorry about th...”

  As soon as he gazed in my direction, his words trailed off. Even though I was across the room, I could see his pupils dilate. His lips parted and his chest rose with a quick inhale. His focus was on my tits at first, then dropped all the way down my legs before finally going back up to my face.

  “Jesus,” he said, so quietly that it was almost inaudible. He stared at me for a moment longer, then slowly stood up. “Jane, you look incredible.”

  Heat rose up my body and the blood settled into my cheeks. I looked at the ground, wishing that I knew of a way to keep from blushing. I grabbed the bottom of my dress, pulling it down and secretly hoping that it would draw a little more attention to my ass.

  “Thank you,” I said meekly.

  Carter quickly recovered from his shock and stepped across the room, grabbing the bottle of champagne from the bucket of ice. He poured two glasses and walked toward me. As he neared, I could smell the cologne wafting off of his chest. It smelled expensive and the intoxicating scent made me want to melt into him.

  “Where would you like to eat?” he asked, handing me the glass of bubbling liquid.

  “I've kind of had my eye on La Reve,” I said. “I've driven by it a hundred times. I dreamt about eating there ever since I came to New York. Maddy said it's impossible to get a reservation there, though.”

  Carter chuckled. “Jane, I can get a reservation to anywhere in the city. If that's where you want to go, then that's where we're going.”

  No man had ever said anything like that to me before.

  Actually, now that I think about it, no man has ever taken me out on a real date to a nice restaurant before. Ever, I thought to myself.

  Carter lifted his cell phone to his ear. He called the restaurant, stated his name and then a few seconds later hung up.

  “Okay, we're all set,” he said, slipping the phone into his back pocket. “They're setting up a table just for us.”

  “Wow,” I said. “Just like that?”

  “Just like that,” he said, with a nod.

  He lifted his glass and I did the same, clinking it against his.

  “To success,” he said.

  “Yes. To success.”

  I took a sip and then smiled.

  “What?” Carter asked, noticing my smirk.

  “Nothing,” I said. “It's just that, I can't believe I'm here right now. I never thought I'd be sipping champagne with Carter Winthrow. Not to mention I'm about to go and eat at La Reve. It feels kind of surreal.”

  Carter kept his gaze on me while I spoke. “Act as if you're where you want to be, and as surely as you can feel your own breath, you'll get there.”

  “Is that a quote?” I asked. “Who said that? Thoreau? Emerson?”

  He shook his head. “My father. I'd heard him say it countless times when I was growing up. It stuck with me.”

  “Was he involved wi
th stocks too?” I asked, instantly wondering if I was crossing the line by prying.

  “No, he wasn't. He did construction and wasn't successful financially at all,” Carter said. “Just because he said those words, didn't mean he ever listened to his own advice. It's still a good quote, though.”

  “It definitely is,” I agreed.

  “So our reservations for the restaurant are in an hour,” he said, finishing off the last swig of champagne in his glass. “Let's have another glass of this and then I'll call my driver to take us over there. Sound good?”

  I nodded. “That sounds perfect.”

  A driver? This guy has his own driver? I thought. Of course he does. I shouldn't be surprised by that. I just never realized that he had someone to escort him around all day.

  Carter walked across the room and I followed him. He poured another round of drinks for us. His obvious approval of my outfit had caused my insecurities to dissolve. It's possible that the glass of champagne helped with this as well, but I couldn't be sure.

  “Jane,” Carter said, spinning around to hand me the drink. “Tell me something about yourself.”

  “Like what?” I took a sip of the drink and then set the glass down onto his desk.

  “Anything,” he said. “Tell me something I don't know about you. I'm not asking for a deep and dark secret here. Just something that you'd tell a stranger.”

  I looked up toward the ceiling and began to think.

  Should I tell him about growing up on a farm? I thought. Or maybe I should tell him about the ridiculous crush I have on him. No, no. Don't say anything about that.

  “It shouldn't be that hard,” Carter said with a chuckle. “Come on. Just hit me with something.”

  “Okay,” I said. “Let me think.”

  My thoughts went deeper and as they did, I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and gently bit down on it. As soon as I did, I heard Carter take a breath in through his teeth. It made a soft hissing noise.

  “Jane,” he said.