Billionaire's Baby Of Redemption. Michelle Smart

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ removed enormous sunglasses to speak to him and fixed huge pale blue eyes on him, he’d seen compassion shining from them.

      Not once in his adult life had he stared anyone in the eye and not seen a glimmer of fear shine back at him. Grown men, titans of industry and power brokers would shake his hand with a nervous laugh; glamorous, self-confident women would give him the come-to-bed eyes with excitement-laced fear.

      This young English woman, a petite ballerina with the appearance of a waif, had turned up at his home and displayed not an ounce of fright.

      The rage that had been bubbling so furiously inside him had suddenly reduced.

      She had given him the sweetest, most sympathetic smile he’d ever been on the receiving end of. ‘How are you holding up?’ she’d asked softly.

      In the week since Benjamin had stolen Freya from him, Sophie was the first person to have asked him that. The most he’d received from his twin had been a stoical slap to the shoulder.

      He’d invited her in, made her a coffee, led her to the dining room, sat beside her at the huge table with the documents between them and quizzed her.

      When she’d professed her innocence in the matter of Freya and Benjamin, he’d been surprised to find he believed her.

      This belief had disconcerted him.

      She had disconcerted him with those non-judgemental eyes and her subtle yet obvious compassion.

      He’d found himself trying to get a rise out of her, asking if she’d read the documents, making it sound like an accusation.

      She’d been unfazed and unabashed. She’d nodded and said, ‘Yes, I read through them with Freya. I won’t be sharing them with anyone, so don’t worry.’

      ‘You won’t share the details with the media?’ he’d asked cynically.

      ‘If I wanted to share anything with them I would have done so by now. They’ve been camped outside my apartment block all week.’

      Something had crept into his veins at that, something he’d never felt before.

      That this petite young thing should be harassed with no one there to protect her had set the anger boiling again.

      Of course, he knew her waif-like frame belied a physical strength all ballerinas had but that didn’t change what his eyes saw when he looked at her.

      Dios, he’d been unable to tear his eyes from her. He had never seen such naturally pink rosebud lips before...

      A new kind of tension had sparked to life.

      Sophie’s eyes had kept flickering to him, then darting away, pretty colour flushing across her pretty cheeks.

      She really was incredibly pretty. How had he not noticed it before...?

      He’d found himself leaning closer to her, catching a whiff of a light, floral perfume that had delighted his senses.

      ‘Speaking with the media would boost your profile,’ he’d pointed out.

      A burst of antipathy had glittered in her eyes. ‘I don’t care. I’m not going to add to the frenzy and make things worse for you.’

      Again, he’d found himself believing her but also curious...

      Worse for him?

      She didn’t even know him.

      Professional dancers spent their lives fighting to get to the top and when you were as driven as that any advantage for name recognition would be snatched upon. His own mother had been shameless in her quest for media attention.

      Sophie had ducked her head and refused to answer questions even when it would have seen her face plastered over the tabloids as a bit player in the biggest scandal Spain—indeed, most of Europe—had had for years.

      What was her agenda? Everyone had one, so what was hers? Why go out of her way for him?

      He’d leaned even closer and dropped his voice to a murmur. ‘Why are you here?’

      The colour already staining her cheeks had darkened, the pale blue eyes darkening with it. It had been the most beguiling sight.

      She had cleared her throat, the pink rosebud lips opening and closing as if she were trying to get out words that did not want to be revealed.

      It was sheer impulse that had led him to kiss those lips.

      What happened next had been utter madness.

      Javier increased his pace and inhaled the Madrid autumn night air deeply to counteract the blood thickening all over again at the vivid memories.

      She had kissed him back.

      And then he had hauled her out of her chair and into his arms.

      For a few brief moments all his torment and anger had been dispelled and forgotten.

      Sophie’s kisses had been the sweetest he had ever tasted and instantly addictive.

      Desire like nothing he had ever experienced had pulsed through him. Heady, hungry and utterly consuming.

      He tried to throw the memories off him now, not wanting to remember any more, disgusted with himself for the manner in which he’d used her hot, willing body.

      That was his only saving grace, he thought grimly.

      Sophie had been utterly willing.

      There had been nothing one-sided about it.

      In that moment, the madness had lived in both of them.

      He’d spread her flat on his dining table, drinking in her hot, sweet kisses as he’d plunged into her that first time. He’d felt the resistance of her body and known in an instant what it had meant.

      Her eyes had widened.

      He would have pulled out there and then if she hadn’t then smiled at him, put her hands to his face and kissed him so deeply that he had lost all sense of himself.

      But as soon as it was over the only thing he’d been able to taste was revulsion, at himself for his actions and at Sophie for throwing away her virginity in such a seedy way and on a man such as him.

      But mostly at himself.

      They hadn’t used any protection.

      He hadn’t used any protection.

      He’d needed her gone before he said or did something he regretted.

      He felt no pride in remembering how he’d coldly walked to his front door and held it open for her.

      She would never know it but he’d been saving her from herself.

      And now she was pregnant. Sweet, sweet Sophie was pregnant with his child.

      Damn СКАЧАТЬ