His Pregnant Bride: Pregnant by the Greek Tycoon / His Pregnant Princess / Pregnant: Father Needed. Robyn Donald

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      ‘I will do my best to behave with the callous lack of consideration you expect of me.’

      Georgie whipped around and promptly forgot the acid retort that had hovered on the tip of her tongue. He was closer than she had anticipated…very much closer. Close enough to feel the heat rising off his skin, smell the warm, male, musky scent of him. She couldn’t summon the strength to fight as she felt herself sink beneath a wave of enervating lust.

      ‘I only want you to hold me because I’m temporarily feeling alone and sorry for myself.’ Did I really say that out loud?

      Angolos cupped her face between his big hands. ‘You’re not alone,’ he rasped.

      Yes, I said it! ‘I’m not normally a needy person,’ she promised, feeling weak tears squeeze out from her closed eyelids. ‘I just need a tissue and possibly a drink.’

      Something flickered in his deep-set eyes. ‘But not me?’

      ‘I make mistakes,’ she told him. ‘But not twice,’ she added grimly as she pulled back from him, back in control—or as much as she ever was around him—of her feelings.

      His expression hardened. ‘I will make the flight arrangements and contact you with the details. I’m assuming you don’t travel light with a child?’

      ‘What flight arrangements?’

      He looked irritated. ‘What flight arrangements do you think I mean? I will fly over later tonight and organise things that end, then—’

      ‘You think I’m going to drop everything and leave immediately?’

      ‘Not immediately, but I see no reason to delay.’

      She stared at him incredulously. ‘No, of course you don’t.’ How could I have forgotten how selfish and single-minded he is…?

      He shook his head and sat down on the bed. Something she immediately wished he hadn’t done. ‘What is your problem? I have acceded to all your demands, placated your family… Do not push your luck, Georgette,’ he advised.

      ‘Oh, the “I’ll do anything to be with my son” didn’t last very long, did it?’ she observed with withering scorn. ‘I have commitments here.’

      Angolos’s facial muscles clenched, giving his face the appearance of stone as he asked in a voice devoid of all emotion, ‘Does he know you are married?’

      Georgie shook her head, frowning. ‘He…? Will you stop talking in riddles…?’ Then as his meaning hit her angry heat flooded her face! ‘I don’t believe you! Do you really think I’d be stupid enough to commit to another man? After you!’ she stressed.

      ‘You don’t have a boyfriend.’ He sounded cautious, but not unhappy with this information. ‘Then what commitments are we talking about?’

      ‘I have a job, I’m contractually obliged to give the school notice and even if I wasn’t I wouldn’t dream of leaving them in the lurch.’ She made a quick mental assessment. ‘I won’t be able to leave until half-term at the earliest.’

      ‘And when is half-term?’

      ‘The end of October.’

      ‘That is not acceptable.’

      She shrugged and thrust her hands in the pockets of her jeans. ‘Tough.’

      ‘You really have changed.’

      ‘I’ll take that as a compliment.’

      ‘I’m sure I would be able to get the school to release you immediately.’

      Georgie had no doubt he could, though he would probably delegate the task. ‘And I suppose that would involve throwing sacks full of money at them.’ Sometimes the Constantine name was enough.

      ‘Not sacks full.’

      ‘Typical!’

      The way he was looking at her made it obvious he was totally mystified by her anger. ‘Don’t take that “I’m being reasonable and you’re being irrational” tone with me; I always hated it!’ she told him.

      ‘Thank you for sharing that with me.’

      ‘I’m not your sister. I don’t want, or need, you to make my problems go away by producing your cheque-book. Besides, this time I’m not burning my bridges. If things don’t work out I’m going to need a reference.’

      ‘To anticipate failure is hardly a positive attitude.’

      ‘Maybe not, but it’s a practical one,’ she said, responding to his criticism with a careless shrug. ‘I’m a mother now. I can’t act on a whim—I have to consider the consequences of my actions.’

      ‘And you married me on a whim—is that what you’re saying?’

      Her mouth twisted in a cynical smile of self-derision. ‘I like to think of it more as temporary insanity.’

      Oblivious to the fact that her confidence had caused Angolos to stiffen, she took the top item on a pile of freshly laundered clothes waiting to be put away and began to fold it with geometric precision. The mundane action helped steady her nerves.

      ‘It’s a pity really we didn’t just have sex as my dad suggested.’

      ‘Your father told you to sleep with me?’

      His outraged tone brought her head up and she found herself looking into eyes that had narrowed into icy, incredulous slits.

      ‘Well, wouldn’t you prefer your daughter to sleep with the wrong man rather than marry him?’ she charged impatiently.

      ‘If my daughter was involved with the wrong man I would not advise her to have sex with him,’ he assured her grimly.

      ‘What would you do?’ she asked, even though she could hazard a guess from his expression.

      ‘I would remove the man from her life.’

      ‘And if he didn’t want to go?’

      He looked astonished that she needed to ask. ‘I would not give him a choice.’

      She shook her head. ‘I think it’s just as well that Nicky wasn’t a girl.’

      ‘Our next child might be, though.’

      The colour drained from her face. ‘What did you say?’ she choked.

      His brows lifted. ‘Would you condemn Nicky to be an only child?’ he wanted to know.

      ‘Me condemn…! You really are a piece of work. Don’t you dare try and use moral blackmail on me.’

      ‘Moral blackmail.’

      ‘Don’t give me that innocent look. I’ve seen wolves who СКАЧАТЬ