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Surrogate
Seduction
    Rachel wore a
tight fitting black dress that came midway down her calves. She
wore matching black heels, her mother’s old gold necklace and a
small gold clutch. She looked at herself in the mirror, admiring
what she saw. This is good. Sexy, but not too sexy she
thought to herself.
    Three months
earlier, Rachel had, on a whim, answered an ad she saw in the local
paper. The ad was looking for a woman to ask as a surrogate mother.
They had to be blonde, blue eyed, slim and at least 5’7”. Rachel
fit all four of those criteria. Plus, at only 22 years old, she was
nice and fertile, she thought to herself. Now she looked at her
blonde hair in the mirror, thanking her mother of Scandinavian
heritage for those genes. The job would pay six figures for a full
year. Rachel hadn’t heard anything back for almost a month after
sending in her application, which disappointed her slightly. She
hadn’t been able to find a job after being laid off from her last
employer six months earlier. Luckily for her, Rachel had been
frugal: she owned a 15 year old car outright which was worth so
little the insurance costs were a pittance, she never ate out at
restaurants, which not only helped her wallet, but also helped her
keep the slim figure she was so proud of. Unfortunately, Rachel was
quickly going through her savings, and this job would have been a
godsend.
    That’s why,
when she got the invitation to have lunch with the man whose baby
she was hoping to carry, she was elated. She wore her one fancy
dress, her mother’s old jewels and did her best to look impressive.
After all, if someone was willing to pay her over a hundred
thousand dollars to have a baby, they must be rich, and Rachel
definitely wanted to make the right impression.
    When the knock
on her apartment door came, Rachel took a deep breath and went
outside. She was greeted by a driver in full uniform, and her mouth
dropped open when she saw the limo parked on the street in front of
the building.
    Ten minutes
later, the driver pulled up in front of one of the town’s fanciest
restaurants. Rachel had never been there, as it was much too far
outside of her price range. She rarely ever got fast food, let
alone spent over $50 on a main course.
    Rachel took
another deep breath before entering the restaurant. She hoped she
didn’t look as self conscious as she felt as she entered the dimmed
interior of the restaurant. Almost as soon as she entered, the head
waiter, in a full tuxedo, greeted her. “Ah, mademoiselle, you must
be Ms. Klein. Mr. Turcott is waiting for you.”
    Rachel felt so
far outside of her comfort zone as she was led past the elite and
the rich of the city to a table at the back, near one of the
one-way windows so that while Rachel had a perfect view of the
people walking past outside, none of them could see in. However,
the view wasn’t what Rachel was focusing on.
    The man in
front of her, whom she presumed to be Mr. Turcott, stood and kissed
her hand. “Hello, you must be Rachel. I’m Craig Turcott.” He was
tall, at least six feet, and handsome, probably in his late 30s.
His dark eyes were like infinite pools, his brown hair so dark it
was almost black. He oozed a charm and confidence that left Rachel
in awe.
    “It’s... it’s
nice to meet you” Rachel said as he pulled out her chair and she
sat down.
    Craig sat
across from her and motioned for the waiter, from whom he ordered a
specific wine Rachel had never heard of. The menu sat in front of
her, and she fingered it gently, unsure of what to do with her
hands.
    “Well Rachel,
it’s very nice to meet you. While the menu is nice, it’s even nicer
if you open it and decide on some food to eat!” he added with a
good natured laugh, noticing Rachel’s movements.
    Rachel blushed.
“Oh I’m sorry! I’m just so nervous” she exclaimed as she opened the
menu.
    “That’s
alright” Craig added gently. “I completely understand.”
    His way of
speaking and his mannerisms were