I trip over my heels walking into a job interview.
My purse spills all over the bosss desk.
Embarrassing, right?
Not as embarrassing as him picking up my, *ahem* purple, vibrating friend and handing it back to me.
He tells me the position Ive applied for isn’t right for me
But then he makes me an offer I can’t refuse.
Be a surrogate for him and his fake wife.
I need the money to care for my dying mother, so I accept.
And then we make a baby the old-fashioned way.
But when his fake wife is killed by their enemies, he says Im getting promoted:
From surrogate to bride
Whether I like it or not.
