Her Pregnancy Surprise. Barbara McMahon

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      This was all a joke to him. God, but she had been such a fool! She had knocked back God knew how many decent men who liked her for a man who hadn’t stopped lying to her from the moment they had met!

      First Brian, now Luc—am I doomed to go through life being attracted to lowlife scumbags—? It was a deeply depressing thought, though, if she was honest, nothing she had felt for Brian in or out of bed resembled the passion that this man was capable of wakening in her. She had never hated Brian, or for that matter loved him. Whereas she hated Luc and…

      ‘You lying, conniving rat!’ she blasted.

       I will not love him…I will not.

      She stood there hating him, and hating even more the hot, liquid tightening low in her pelvis and the inner knowledge that if he touched her she would be lost.

      Her eyes slid of their own volition over his lean, muscular body. He was perfect, but it wasn’t simply his physical perfection and startling male beauty that had her hooked, but the aura of raw sexuality that hung about him. She shivered. Everything he did, the slightest gesture, the way he turned his head, fascinated her.

      ‘A touch hypocritical coming from someone who was pretending, very badly, to be asleep.’

      He levered himself casually from the door frame.

      ‘I thought you were my mother.’

      ‘That makes it all right, then.’

      She ground her teeth, knowing that if she opened her mouth without counting to twenty she would be shrieking like a fishwife in two seconds flat. She didn’t want to risk getting incoherent or, worse, start bawling her head off. Megan wanted to tell him exactly what she thought of him.

      ‘I’m assuming you’re a little annoyed with me because I didn’t tell you who I was—?’

      ‘You’re incredibly perceptive for a lying rat.’

      ‘Do you think we could keep the rat references to the minimum? Can’t stand the things.’ ‘He rubbed his forearm vigorously as he admitted with a grimace, ‘They make my skin crawl.’

      ‘You make my skin crawl,’ she retorted childishly.

      ‘No, I don’t.’

      The rippling sensation as all the muscles in her abdomen tightened wrenched a tiny grunt from her dry throat. His voice had a tactile quality that was like a caress.

      Megan had never believed that violence solved anything, but as he stood there radiating total confidence she wondered if on this occasion it might not be the way to go. Even if it didn’t solve anything, wiping that arrogant smirk off his face might make her feel better.

      She took a deep, calming breath and told herself to rise above the provocation. Don’t sink to his level.

      ‘You like my skin, Megan.’

      She started to shake her head until her eyes connected with Luc’s. A slow, guilty flush spread over her face.

      ‘Not the man inside it, I don’t.’ The skin, however, the smooth skin with its incredibly satiny texture, still, to her immense shame, exerted a strong tug to her senses.

      His face tautened with anger.

      ‘It wasn’t my inner beauty you were interested in earlier.’

      The awful thing was his mortifying observation could be equally true now. A fact hard to miss when no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t stop her gaze straying to the point where the material of his shirt gaped, allowing a tormenting glimpse of flat brown belly.

      He had been wearing the same shirt earlier. Megan had a horrible suspicion that she might have had something to do with that missing button.

      Luc’s jaw clenched as he bit back the oath that rose to his lips. ‘If you stop sniping for thirty seconds I might be able to explain. I was going to tell you who I was, but—’

      ‘But you thought it was a shame to waste the opportunity of a few more make-a-fool-of-Megan moments,’ she inserted bitterly.

      ‘I didn’t want to make a fool of you, but you’ve got to admit you were phenomenally patronising when you rolled up at my place…’

      ‘I was not patronising!’ How could you be patronising when you were faced with a man who was, not only intimidatingly perfect and off-the-scale sexy, but quite obviously capable of delivering killer put-downs in his sleep?

      ‘You wrote me off as the hired help, nice body but not much between the ears, the moment I walked in.’

      ‘Your body isn’t that good,’ she lied. ‘And I never thought you were stupid.’ The intelligence in his eyes had been the first, well, maybe not first thing, but it had definitely been one of the first things she had noticed about him.

      ‘Admit it,’ he challenged. ‘You’re an intellectual snob of the worst kind.’

      Her face got hot with anger at this totally unjust assessment. ‘And you decided to teach me a lesson? That’s why you came here pretending to be someone you’re not.’

      ‘Can you deny you needed a lesson? And I came here pretending to be me…’

      ‘Being pedantic doesn’t make you any less a total sleaze. Tell me, because I’m curious, what part of my lesson involved having sordid sex with me?’

      ‘You seemed to enjoy sordid at the time,’ he rebutted with brutal accuracy.

      Megan flushed bright pink. ‘Carry on thinking that if it makes you happy.’ Without taking her eyes off his face, she reached for the bedside lamp; the lamp toppled and fell to the floor with a loud crash.

      Megan didn’t try and retrieve it. It wasn’t as if the room wasn’t bright enough—the moonlight streaming in through the window made the room as bright as day. The moon was so bright that she could see things she’d have been happier not seeing. Things like the shadow of body hair through his shirt…something that she was trying very hard not to see.

      Besides that, this wasn’t an occasion when moonlight was appropriate. Moonlight suggested romance and lovers.

      ‘Are you going to pick that up?’

      ‘No!’ she snapped as he bent down. His head lifted. ‘Leave it,’ she snarled. ‘You’ve got a cheek, I’ll give you that. How dare you creep into my room? Get the hell out before I call for someone!’

      Luc effected innocence. ‘I thought we had a date?’

      Her hands balled into fists. ‘You must be joking!’ she hissed. ‘What you did was sick.’

      ‘Stupid maybe,’ came Luc’s grim-faced admission.

      Suddenly Megan wanted to cry. ‘You’re a cold, callous bastard, and I’m so glad I entertained you.’ Her feathery brows twitched. ‘Do you generally have to pretend to be someone else to get a woman to sleep with you?’

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