Dazzle: The Billionaire's Secret Surrogate (Contemporary BWWM Romance) Read Free

but it still fell at a slightly awkward height, hitting her right above her knees. It definitely was not couture.
                  “Excuse me, miss, could I have a look at your drawings by any chance?” asked an older woman who was sitting nearby. Well dressed and refined, but seemingly friendly as well.
                  “Oh, sure,” she said, handing her the sketch book with a smile. “It’s a sort of hobby of mine, I guess. Someday I’d really love to become a fashion designer, even though the school I’d like to go to is way too expensive for someone with my limited resources.”
                  “Ah, understandable,” she sympathized with a smile. “I know how hard it can be for people of color to get a leg up in this industry. Hell, it was hard enough for me in the beginning, and I came from a wealthy white upbringing in the ritzy part of town. Oh, not that I mean to brag, my dear. Please don’t think that. I’m just saying that it’s really tough for a woman—any woman—to get a leg up in the business world. Even in the fashion industry, it seems.”
                  “I see,” replied Kady. “So I take it you’ve been in the industry for a while now then?”
                  “Well, yes, I’d say that I have,” she agreed, extending her hand as though preparing to shake Kady’s and introduce herself.
                  “Ms. Caldwell?” said the receptionist. “Looks like they need you now.”
                  “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, young lady, but duty calls.  Maybe I’ll see you again soon?”
                  “Yes, maybe,” she agreed with a smile as she watched the woman go. She couldn’t decide if she liked her for being so kind, or hated her for getting to go back before everyone else. Her interview must already be pre-approved, most likely. Then again, as a woman who looked to be in her fifties, it was likely that it was. It was much harder to find older models that still had such a perfect figure or pretty face, which the woman definitely had.
                  “This is just so…” Kady began, and then shook her head with irritation. The back of her head hit some piece of paper that was pinned to the bulletin board, and she turned to look at it just for something to do that might distract her from her woes.
                  It said: ‘Do you have what it takes to be a surrogate mother? Unwed but wealthy man seeks young, reasonably attractive woman to birth his child. Room, board, and medical expenses will be provided during the pregnancy for the lady who fits the bill. All inquiries please report at the indicated date and time to the address listed below.’
                  Kady stared at the flyer for a few minutes, contemplating. Pregnancy took practically a year, didn’t it? Sure, it might be a bit ironic to get the job and have a kid when she’d never even done 'the thing' one did to get a kid. She’d been far too busy trying to establish herself to worry about dating, and she’d been a part of the modeling circuit since she was fifteen, so that meant she hadn’t even had a high school crush to speak of. The only guy she’d ever kissed was a fellow model in some cutesy ad campaign six years ago.
                  However, there were still so many people in this room that she despaired at having even the smallest chance of landing this job. At least if she had room and board for nine months, she could save up a bunch of money for a place and be able to get a good job lined up until it was time for her maternity leave, and then she’d be all set once the deed was done.
                  Of course, it would probably hurt like hell to give up a child she had carried inside her for nine months, but from where she was sitting right now, it seemed like a far better choice than finding a bench in Central Park to sleep on