By Request Collection April-June 2016. Оливия Гейтс

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СКАЧАТЬ holding her captive in his dark gaze. ‘You’re not listening to me, Shari. I’m begging you to stay. I want to support you.’

      ‘Oh, heavens.’ Her pulse raced faster than Black Caviar at the Melbourne Cup. Was this the guy in the romance, or was she reading too much into a few words again? ‘Why would you want to do that? I can support myself. And I’ve got Neil. I told you—I’m probably not meant for togetherness.’

      ‘You know why.’ His eyes glowed with a serious intensity. ‘I want you. I don’t want you to disappear to the other side of the world and lose you.’

      Oh. Oh, God and the whole set of heavenly virgins. He looked so gorgeous, with his dark eyes so intent and sincere …

      Like the crazy fool it was, her susceptible heart drank the words in like honey. It faltered in its resolve. Admit it. She was thrilled. All those romantic novels she’d brainwashed herself with from an early age wouldn’t be suppressed. In less than an instant she was floating into the realm of candlelit dinners, cuddles by firelight, strolls hand in hand along the banks of the Seine, night after night after glorious night of bliss …

      With her lashes fluttering out of control, she said breathlessly, trying not to fixate on his sexy mouth, ‘But—you see … I have to be certain. I can’t risk …’ Like the fool she was, tears chose that moment to swim into her eyes. ‘You must understand, I won’t be hustled into anything.’

      ‘I do understand. I understand exactly.’ He kissed her hand and held it to his chest. ‘Feel this? I promise on my heart I won’t hustle you into anything you don’t enjoy to do.’

      She could feel the big muscle pumping under her palm, communicating disgracefully with her clitoris. She was so burningly conscious of the vibrant flesh and sinew beneath his shirt she had to yank her hand back before she did something scandalous.

      The temptation to throw herself into his arms and kiss him rapturously down onto the banquette was extreme. But she held back, her bloodstream a torrent of yearning while her last resistance dithered. She’d never so much needed to be rational.

      Honestly, maybe she’d be foolish to leave now. Why close off all her options? If he’d truly had a change of heart, this could be for the best, couldn’t it? Maybe he would fall in love with her and she’d be the love of his life. Maybe they’d have several children. Two girls and two boys. They’d all go to the Sorbonne and become philosophers, artists and doctors with Médecins Sans Frontières.

      ‘I see. Well. Well, then …’ She made herself sound businesslike. Let him know she was in charge of her life and her uterus. ‘Perhaps I could consider a—a brief trial. Only a trial, mind. No promises. How about say … a weekend?’

      After all, what could he make her do against her will in a weekend?

      ‘A week at least,’ he insisted, dark eyes gleaming. ‘I will use some vacation time and we can take this chance to—know each other.’ That gleam grew so unmistakably sensual she thought she could guess what sort of knowledge he had in mind.

      While she knew she mustn’t allow herself to be seduced into a maelstrom of mindless passion, her highly susceptible pheromones all thrilled in anticipation.

      She said, a little breathlessly, ‘But—we need to be practical about this. Are you sure you have enough room? Once I get started on my work, I do tend to spread out a little.’

      He threw his head back and laughed, his eyes alight with amusement. ‘Don’t worry. I can accommodate you no matter how far you spread.’

      Well, that was heartening. So was the kiss he locked her in as soon as they were in the car. Well, at any rate it started out as fiery, but then he cooled it to a more tender, controlled sort of kiss, which was all the more arousing because she was so aware of his restraint. By the end she was bursting out of her bra, and aflame between her thighs.

      If such a modest kiss could affect her so wildly, surely her decision to stay a while couldn’t be all wrong?

      On the way to his place, though, she was naturally besieged by second thoughts. How warm would he continue to be when her inner frump broke out? How long could she fake this soigné sophistication? Before she knew it she’d be forgetting to wear a scarf and clumping around in Ugg boots.

      But he seemed so genuinely chuffed, grinning, chatting, his eyes shining as he pointed out various landmarks to her, she didn’t have the heart to pull out right then. And when he opened the door of an apartment on the sixth and topmost floor of a centuries-old building in the deuxième arrondissement, and she walked in and saw Paris spreading below through tall windows at every turn, it was a heady moment.

      Not quite real, actually.

      Luc Valentin wanted her. As she gazed about, blinking at the silk curtains, the ornate mirrors, the rich oriental rugs vying for supremacy on the gleaming wooden floor, the elegant velvet sofas, an actual chandelier in the sitting room, those words kept spinning around and around in her head.

      Even with a bun in the oven he wanted her. Could he have noticed how pregnant women looked a few months in? Had he realised she wouldn’t remain her svelte and lissom self for long?

      Maybe he wasn’t expecting her to stay pregnant. Her fears all came flooding back, highlighted in red.

      ‘Bienvenue,’ he said, holding her shoulders, then kissing her lips as she stood in a luxury-induced trance. For such a rich and sophisticated man, he seemed a trifle awkward. ‘Please—be as if you are at home.’

      ‘Thank you.’ The decor here could put the Ritz to shame. She had a shameful wish it had been a tiny bit more humble. Imposing bureaus and credenzas, while admirable, could be quite lowering. As could walls of peach-coloured silk and a thousand metres of yellow curtains.

      But who was she to criticise? She felt strangely tongue-tied, as if the Tardis had set her down in a distant universe.

      As his victory glow calmed a little Luc looked closely at her. She stood apparently rooted midway between the sitting room and the entrance, gazing about. He felt a pang of uncertainty. Somehow here she seemed smaller and more vulnerable, as if she’d shrunk back into herself.

      ‘Are you feeling well?’ he said. ‘Can I offer you something? Coffee?’ With a leap of inspiration he came up with his furthest reach of hospitality to date. ‘Tea?’

      Not that he could guarantee there would be any.

      ‘Not just now, thanks.’

      He felt a strong and manly urge to seal his triumphant possession of her on the nearest available surface, but he sensed the timing would be wrong. And with her condition, he might have to check first about the safety issue.

      He made a mental note to conduct some research at the earliest opportunity.

      ‘Perhaps you would like to—unpack?’

      She cast him a hesitant glance. He had the sinking feeling she was about to refuse, but she only said, ‘Your apartment is very nice. Are all of these family heirlooms?’

      ‘Somebody’s, perhaps. Not my family’s.’

      ‘Oh. I—I was reminded a bit of your mother’s. I thought she might have …’ she waved her hand ‘… you know, contributed when СКАЧАТЬ