Chelsea blushes furiously, but doesn’t stir.
“Yes,” she manages in a low tone. “From what I understand, you’re hoping for a … um, physical engagement with me, in exchange for letting my mom and I remain in the cottage.”
I nod, steepling my fingers.
“That’s right,” I say, refusing to beat around the bush. “It would be more than a one-off physical engagement, however. I would have free use of your beautiful body as I see fit.” Chelsea literally starts at these words, and her big brown eyes flicker up to mine, filled with shock. But my lips merely quirk into a smirk because I’m not going to lie about what I want. “You’re very beautiful, honey. Would you be interested in the deal?”
She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before meeting my eyes again, and I admire her courage.
“Well, I have a few questions,” she says in a relatively steady voice.
“Shoot,” I nod, leaning back on the sofa, the very picture of male confidence. “I’ll answer what I can.”
She nods and takes a deep breath before meeting my eyes again.
“First off, youcansee that I’m pregnant, right?”
I chuckle, nodding. “Yes, of course. As a matter of fact, I believe it makes you even more attractive. I’ve always appreciated a woman who’s ripe and fertile.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but then it shuts again as her cheeks flush a deep pink. I merely shrug.
“I hope my words don’t offend you, Chelsea, but I’m just being honest about what I find attractive. A pregnant woman’s body is lush and lovely, curvy and beautiful. I especially enjoy women in their second and third trimesters, so if I may ask, how far along are you? Second trimester?”
She nods, quivering a bit.
“Yes, I’m seventeen weeks pregnant,” she manages to whisper.
“Good,” I nod. “Not too far along, because a normal pregnancy is forty weeks, right? So there’s still plenty of time to enjoy your lush curves. If you’re interested in the deal, of course.”
Chelsea’s cheeks turn bright red then, and her hands twist in her lap. But then she summons her courage again and looks at me once more.
“Yes, but how will this relationship work? I need more details, Mr. Richards.”
“What kind of details?” I grin, watching as she squirms a bit on the seat. It seems that Chelsea is a bit modest, and even talking about this dirty deal is hard for her to do.
“Well, for example, how often would you want me? Would I be expected to spend the night? Or would it be only weekends?”
I let out an amused chuckle then.
“Elsa didn’t tell you, did she?”
Chelsea stares at me, those brown eyes wide.
“Tell me what?”
I shrug.
“Well, your mother and I used to be in a free use relationship, and I would expect the same with you. Do you know what ‘free use’ means?”
Chelsea shakes her head, her brown curls bobbing.
“No, because I thought it was just a figure of speech. I had no idea that it actually had a specific meaning. Why, what is it?”
I shrug and smile casually again, although my body’s already hard from anticipation alone.
“Free use means that I can use your body any time I like, sweetheart. If the urge arises, then I have the right to claim you, wherever you may be, and no matter what you might be doing.”
She stares at me, pink circles of color on her cheeks.