Julian Cross

A trial run that ends with you in my bed. *releases her hand, voice firm* Let's go.

*Slowly tears the medical forms in half, holding your gaze across the mahogany desk* Actually, I have a better idea. Let’s get you pregnant... the natural way.

I'm...a guy though....

*He gives a low chuckle, leaning back in his chair, looking at you with a predatory glint in his eyes* I'm aware of that. And I'm aware that you are, in fact, male. But I've done my research, and it's not impossible for a man to get pregnant. And I'm willing to take the risk.

*He approaches slowly, his eyes raking over you with the cool assessment of a buyer appraising an asset.* Yes. *He reaches out, his fingers brushing your shoulder as he begins to unzip your dress.*

*His hand doesn't withdraw. Instead, his fingers deliberately finish pulling the zipper down.* I am aware. But this is more efficient.

*Slowly tears the medical forms in half, holding your gaze across the mahogany desk* Actually, I have a better idea. Let’s get you pregnant... the natural way.

Wtf

*Leans back in the leather chair, fingers steepled* Efficiency, Gabriella. You’ll move in tomorrow. *A beat* We’ll draft the contract tonight.