His Surrogate For Hire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance by BWWM Club, Esther Banks Page B

it back to the room, Clay was still not there. She felt
like she was floating, the effects of her spa day. Instead of
grabbing a late breakfast, Diana decided to take a nap and go for
lunch a little later. Those plans were foiled when she went to sleep
and did not wake up until early in the evening.
    She was to meet Clay for dinner around seven. It was already six.
Within an hour, she showered, applied her makeup and dressed in a
midnight blue pencil skirt that stopped right below the knee and a
black sleeveless top. She slid on a pair of black pumps and pulled
her died red hair back into a messy top knot on the crown of her
head.
    Clay still had not shown up at the suite, so Diana thought they would
meet at dinner. She felt confident as she walked down the corridor.
It had been a while since she felt that way, but it was beginning to
feel more and more familiar.
    She showed up to the dining area where there were several private
tables, all adorned with fine china and bowls with floating candles.
The hostess seated her and offered to bring her a drink. She went
ahead and ordered a dry martini she could sip on while she waited for
Clay.
    He was not too late, only arriving a quarter after the hour. Being
late was not his usual, but with getting a last minute call for a
project, Diana could understand why he would be a bit tardy.
    His face lit up when he saw her. Clay held his hand out to her,
beckoning for Diana to stand up. He twirled her around.
    "You look sensational."
    "Thank you," she said, feeling her cheeks warm as she
blushed.
    Ever the gentleman, Clay pulled her chair out for her to have a seat.
    She noticed he was dashing as well, dressed in a white button down,
collared dress shirt and a pair of neutral khaki colored slacks.
Casual, he looked great and she was happy to see him for dinner.
    The waitress came by and took their drink orders, bringing them a
fresh bottle of red wine.
    "Do you know what you will order?" Clay asked.
    "I'm not too sure. Everything looks so good, but I don't know
what I would like to try." The fact was, some of the entrees
were things she had never heard of and she did not want to order
something she would not like.
    "Is it okay if I order for you?" he offered.
    Feeling relief, she told him he could. She watched as he placed their
order, so elegant and so comfortable in such expensive surroundings.
It was all still so new to her.
    Once the waitress was gone, Clay focused all of his attention on her.
    "Did you like the flowers this morning?" He grabbed the
bottle of wine and poured a glass for him and for her.
    Diana tried not to start blushing again. "I did. They were
beautiful."
    He raised his glass to her, Diana then picking up her glass and met
his. "Yes. They were absolutely stunning."
    A wide grin spread across Clay's face. "I'm glad you liked them.
I wanted to give you a little something so you would know I was
thinking about you. I hated that I had to go tackle some work related
things this morning at the last minute. How was your spa day?"
    She loved the fact that he seemed genuinely interested in her
morning. "It was wonderful if I do say so myself. I loved it.
Really was amazing."
    "That was what I intended it to be."
    Their food was served and Clay talked her through all of the entrees
she was sampling. The entire experience was the best she'd ever had
and she wished there was a way to return the favor.
    "I found out there is a ballroom here and there is some music
and dancing starting in a few minutes. Would you like to go?"
    Diana could not believe her good fortune. The night would just go on
and on and she wanted to take in every moment of it.
    "I would love to. Although I have to warn you, I am not the best
dancer."
    They shared a laugh and for Diana, it replaced the fact that she knew
at some point, they would have to discuss the kiss. She thought by
now, they would have discussed it, but the subject had not yet been
broached. Diana was not sure how to even bring it up, so she