touched her, seeing him this way. And she didn't want to be touched.
"You've brought the documents?"
She patted her briefcase.
"I cannot thank you enough for being so discreet."
She took the two contract out of her briefcase and put them on the desk in the main room, arranging them neatly – anything not to have to look at his face.
"Would you like something to drink?"
She didn't drink, usually. Now, looking around the elegantly decorated black-and-white suite, she knew she'd have to have something to get through this nightmarish night.
It wasn't every day you got to see your dreams die right before your eyes.
"What are you having?" she asked quietly.
"Scotch."
"I'll have the same."
He seemed surprised and she wanted to say to him, Don't be. One thing Mike Larkin had taught his daughter was how to hold her liquor. She was Irish through and through and enjoyed a drink now and then.
This one she needed, to make the evening bearable.
They sat side by side on the couch after he handed her the Scotch. She took a small sip, welcoming the fiery warmth that spread down her tight throat and into her belly.
She wanted to feel something. Anything. And she began watching the clock, hoping Nancy would arrive soon and she'd be able to leave.
She wasn't looking forward to meeting her. Michaela was ashamed of the envy that still filled her. If she was honest with herself, she'd admit she desired Cameron as she had no other man. It was emotionally devastating to think of him making love to another woman.
She took another sip, wondering if she would ever see Cameron again after tonight. It would be different with his being a married man. A father. Cameron Black might have led a wild life but she knew the contract. Once he married he'd promised, as one of the conditions, to remain faithful.
It was a ruthless document. The woman involved had to agree to a medical examination to make sure all her feminine reproductive parts were in excellent working order. Then she had to agree to wait for an actual, confirmed pregnancy before the marriage would take place.
In exchange, she would be wealthy beyond her wildest dreams.
In exchange, she had to agree to stay home and take care of the child that would be created from this union. The baby.
Cameron's baby.
She set the glass down on the table in front of the couch and pinched the bridge of her nose gently with her fingers. Her breath stung and for one horrified moment she thought she might cry.
What would he say to her if she turned to him and agreed to spend a night in his bed? After all, he wasn't married yet
She rejected the idea as soon as she thought of it. That had been the whole point of her not getting involved with Cameron Black. For in giving that part of herself to him, another part of her soul would die when he left her and moved on to another conquest.
She'd had enough of having her soul ripped apart, thank you very much.
"She's late," Cameron said quietly as he refilled her glass.
"I can leave the contracts here," she offered, amazed at how steady her voice sounded. "You could call the concierge up to witness her signature."
"Stay for a minute."
His voice was so sensual, so dark and smooth. She wondered what it would sound like in the dark, urging a woman on, whispering erotic words, touching her naked skin with pure, sensual sound...
"The doctor called me this afternoon," Cameron said quietly. "Nancy passed the exam."
She closed her eyes, unable to hide her pain, and heard his soft curse.
"God, I'm sorry, Mike. I'm just a stupid, bloody, insensitive bastard. I don't know what made me say that."
She forced a smile. "No, it’s all right. I've put that all...behind me now." She reached for her glass and took another sip, bigger this time.
She'd go home, call in sick tomorrow morning, and languish in a bubble bath, maybe work in the garden.
Later she might curl up on the sofa and listen to music. And wonder what she was going to do with the rest of her
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