The Billionaire's Pregnant Virgin

Chapter 4: Cat Spills the Tea

"Let's not be injuring yourself on your first day here," Devin says, with a trace of a smile. "You're going the wrong way by the way; the sitting room is in the South Wing. Come with me."

As I turn to walk alongside him, it's easy to see why women all across the planet swoon over this man. Devin Cromwell is so much hotter in person than he is in the media. From the way my heart is pounding right now, I realize this won't be easy.

"So...um, welcome. Was everything in your room satisfactory?"

"It's more than satisfactory," I say before I can stop myself. "Way more. It's so incredible."

Instantly, I feel like a total dork. Just because I've never been in a house this nice before doesn't mean I have to act like it.

Devin grins and I swear it feels like my knees are going to buckle. "Well, if you need anything—anything at all—just say the word. We want you to feel perfectly happy during your stay with us."

Perfectly happy.

Devin Cromwell just said he wants me to be perfectly happy.

This entire situation is so wild, I don't even know what I'm feeling. It's surreal being in a house this opulent, with two major celebrities as my hosts. I've been reading about these two forever in the tabloids—on their own, and more recently as a couple. Nobody in the entire world saw it coming when Devin, the ultimate bachelor and party boy, began seriously dating a supermodel.

Not that Catriona isn't gorgeous enough to land someone like him, because she could have any man she wants. It's just that nobody expected them to even get serious, much less tie the knot in just a few weeks.

I'm so thankful they wanted to keep this surrogacy private, because the last thing I'd want to see is a picture of me between the two of them all over social media. I cringe imagining my face with theirs. Miss Nothing Special next to two perfect human beings. Besides, this is nobody's business but mine and theirs. And I would just die if Grace found out what I'm doing.

I tag alongside Devin, hoping we reach the sitting room soon, before I have to speak one-on-one with him again. Fortunately, he reaches a doorway and steps to the side, gesturing for me to enter before him. Who knew Devin Cromwell was an old-school gentleman?

I enter to find a luxurious room with walls and ceiling so finely detailed that I almost feel dizzy as I try to take it all in. In contrast, the exquisite Victorian furniture is tastefully reined in. And in the middle of everything are two tables, one with full tea service filled with an assortment of foods.

It's all so beautiful.

"Hello again, Miss Isabel."

I turn to see Charles, the butler, who ushers me to a chair. There are two other chairs, and Devin takes one, leaving an empty seat between us. I breathe a sigh of relief.

"At Mrs. Cromwell's request," Charles says, "the cooks have taken the liberty of preparing a small variety of treats. Finger sandwiches, scones, and pastries."

I glance at the sandwiches and see some of the ingredients appear to be cucumber with cream cheese, egg salad with greens on top, smoked salmon, and shrimp. Who knows what else is on them, but there's one thing I notice that's missing, and that's bread crusts.

Every little triangle has had the crust carefully removed. I giggle inside when I remember Grace asking Grandma to cut the crusts off her PB&Js. The scones and pastries look more appetizing.

"May I pour you some tea?" Charles asks.

I nod. "Please."

"What type of tea would you prefer?"