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“Perfume?”

“Hmm”

“Stillettos?”

“Yes but everything jiggles when I walk,” Emma groaned.

“Perfect,” said Maggie. “Now open one more button on that blouse of yours, and go to work. And keep talking to me. I’ll walk you through your first hurdle. You can test your wiles on your doorman.”

“You’re crazy Maggie, Tony is just a sweet kid,” she was saying as she jiggled her way down the elevator and across the lobby. She nearly dropped her phone when she saw the way Tony’s eyes literally bugged out as he spotted her.

“G.g..g.good Morning Miss Smith,” he stammered. “You’re looking really…really…nice” he was clearly bowled over by her new look.

Emma gave him a dazzling smile. She couldn’t resist blowing him a sultry kiss and sashayed out the door. From the corner of her eye she watched the poor kid dissolve into near ecstasy.

“Maggie its going to work!’ she whooped “I love you, you wonderful wonderful girl. Bring him on, I’m gonna get him!” She was still smiling as she hung up the phone.

Her newfound confidence buoyed her throughout the short walk to the office. She tested her megawatt smile once more as she picked up her customary coffee on the way. She wasn’t disappointed. The coffee guy could hardly take his eyes off her.

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Jason seemed perfect for her plan, and to tie everything up nicely, she had conveniently arranged to assign him the company apartment right across from her while he was visiting New York.

All that was left for Emma to do was shake off her prim no nonsense image, wow the guy and get what she needed. She stared at herself in the mirror. Could she really do it? Did she have it in her?

She ran her freshly manicured hands over her curves, experimentally tossing her newly cut and layered mane of luxurious toffee colored hair and rapidly fluttering her eyelashes, currently super thick and long thanks to a generous coat of mascara. She tried to make her glossy painted mouth look pouty and kissable. Thankfully she had left her naturally sleek eyebrows alone, and now she raised one questioningly at her reflection. If it weren’t for the wide mossy green eyes staring back at her, she doubted she would have recognized herself.

Before she could give in to a full fledged panic attack, she hurriedly dialed her best friend Maggie from her cell phone. “I look ridiculous”, she wailed.

“Sweetheart, are you wearing what we decided?” Maggie demanded gruffly.

“Yes ma’am” Emma replied meekly. ” Slightly sheer pure white silk shirt, sexy lace bra peeking through, and tight red skirt.” Maggie was her rock, her co-conspirator and the complete opposite of her. She badly needed a pep talk from her before she could go through with this.

“You did your face like I showed you?” she wanted to know.

“Exactly as you showed me” Emma agreed doubtfully.

Hi all I'm an avid romance reader and writer, and have a host of sizzling stories to share. I haven't had the guts to send something to a publisher but I thought to try out this medium.. so here goes.
This is Emma's story, she thinks shes found the perfect prospective father for her baby, who will be completely unaware of his gentic contribution, and will be conveniently gone far, far away soon, since she doesn't want a guy in her life at all. She does however need to know the person who will father her baby....

Love his Genes

Chapter One:

Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, Emma counted appreciatively as she set down her binoculars. From her apartment, she had a perfect view of the tall sinewy guy doing his morning pushups on his balcony across the street from her.

He went through his paces every single morning, exact same time, same routine, every day for the past week. This facet of him really appealed to her orderly soul. The rippling muscles on his lean physique were a definite plus point of course. Her quarry seemed to be shaping up very nicely. All in all he appeared to be ‘the one’.

Flopping down on her plush white sofa, she picked up a thick file, and quickly flipped through her exhaustive notes. She had researched ‘Mr. Dad’, as she had nicknamed him, down to the exact hour of his birth, knew his genealogy, medical history, finances… all in all she thought she knew pretty much everything there was to know about him.

Emma was nothing if not meticulous, and considering the delicate but critical nature of her project, she had gone about digging as deep as could into the life of Jason D. Johnson a.k.a Mr. Dad.

Being the human resource manager at the company he worked at had definitely helped her project along. She had a hard time ignoring the alarm bells clanging loudly in her brain during her clandestine research, apart from that, putting together his profile had been a piece of cake.

Jason was a geophysical engineer who worked in the Dubai branch of her firm, and very rarely came to New York. This spring he was in town to conduct a training seminar, and he would be gone within three weeks. This time he was due to be away for a minimum of three years, as he was assigned to some high tech, complicated project deep in the jungles of Africa.

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