Roxanne frowned. What could he want – from her? He'd been such a gentlemen in their previous meetings: shaking her hand, pulling out her chair, helping her to the door. She hoped he wasn't gross like Baxter. The last time a man suggested an exchange with Roxanne, he had only wanted one thing – her body.
“What's that?" she asked. She was tired of rolling through the options in her head.
“I need you to have my baby."
Roxanne looked at him in shock. Her mouth hung open. So he did want her body. What did he mean 'have his baby?' She thought Baxter was forward. This was a whole other level.
She laughed and shook her head. “That's some way to get in a girl's pants. I know you're a little odd, but maybe ask me on a date first?" she joked.
“It's not like that." He shook his head, starting to
