Taken by the Millionaire: Hotly Bedded, Conveniently Wedded. Kate Hardy

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      Oh, Lord.

      How was she supposed to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day, after a promise like that?

      He shut off the alarm and climbed out of bed, pausing only to pull on his boxer shorts, and headed for the kitchen.

      By the time Isobel had showered and dressed for work, Alex had made a pot of proper coffee, set the table and was halfway through buttering some hot toast.

      ‘Breakfast,’ he said with a smile.

      Sitting there at her kitchen table, bare-chested, he looked utterly edible.

      She’d never breakfasted like this with Alex before. Sure, they’d had breakfast together plenty of times. But not when he was practically naked. And not when they’d spent most of the previous night making love, and his hair was all mussed, and she knew just what that sexy mouth felt like against her skin. All she wanted to do right now was sit on his lap, make his hair even messier, kiss him stupid and drag him back to her bed.

      God, she really needed that coffee.

      She couldn’t fall in love with Alex. This wasn’t part of the deal.

      ‘Thanks,’ she mumbled, reaching for her mug. He’d made the coffee just the way she liked it—hot, strong and milky. ‘Mmm. Perfect.’

      ‘Me or the coffee?’ he enquired with a lazy grin.

      ‘The coffee, of course.’

      ‘Huh. Tomorrow, Isobel Martin, you can make your own breakfast,’ he retorted. Though the gleam in his eye told her he was enjoying the banter as much as she was.

      ‘House rules—you stay here, you make breakfast,’ she teased back.

      His eyes glittered. ‘I can think of some much more interesting house rules. But then you’ll be very, very late for work.’ He moistened his lower lip. ‘Want me to tell you?’ His gaze slid lower. ‘Mmm. Looks as if you can guess.’

      She folded one arm across her breasts. ‘Alex. That’s not fair.’

      He laughed. ‘Sorry, Bel. I shouldn’t tease you. Not when I can’t carry it through to its proper conclusion.’

      ‘No.’ She paused. ‘Alex, about last night … I wasn’t expecting it to be so…’ How could she say this without insulting him? ‘Well, so good,’ she ended lamely.

      ‘Neither was I,’ he said. ‘I mean—I’ve always liked you. A lot. But last night wasn’t just going through the motions, was it? It wasn’t just perfunctory sex.’ He reached over and took her hand. Kissed her palm and folded her fingers over his kiss. ‘Maybe we should’ve done this a long time ago.’

      ‘You weren’t ready to settle down.’ She wasn’t so sure that he was ready now. Alex wasn’t a settling-down kind of man. He was more like a meteor shower that made a spectacular appearance in your life for a brief while and then vanished—until the next time.

      So although sex with Alex had been a revelation—of the nicest possible kind—she wasn’t going to let her heart get involved. Wasn’t going to rely on him.

      ‘What are you doing today?’ she asked.

      ‘A bit of research. You?’

      ‘Probably working up a handout for the touring exhibition.’

      ‘Want to do lunch?’

      She shook her head regretfully. ‘Sorry. I’ve got meetings that I know are going to end up going through lunch.’

      ‘Admin. Bleugh.’ He pulled a face. ‘My least favourite bit of any job.’

      ‘Says the man who’s planning to get a desk job.’

      ‘I’ll be negotiating for an admin assistant.’

      She laughed. ‘You would.’

      ‘I don’t want to spend my time on tedious paperwork when I could be doing something much more interesting.’ He smiled at her. ‘I’ll see you back here tonight, then. And I might even cook you dinner.’

      ‘Yeah, right,’ she scoffed. ‘Once you’re in the archives, you only leave when they chuck you out at closing time.’

      He gave her a speaking look. ‘As if you don’t do exactly the same.’

      She shrugged. ‘I love my job.’

      ‘I know. Which is why you understand me so well.’

      She finished her toast. ‘I’d better be off. See you later.’

      ‘You’re leaving me to do the washing-up? Not fair,’ he complained teasingly. ‘I made breakfast.’

      ‘I’ll pay you back tonight.’

      He raised an eyebrow. ‘I’ll hold you to that.’

      Over the next few days, life just seemed to get better and better. Alex was right about an affair not affecting their friendship; he still talked to her as much, argued with her and teased her. But at the same time their love-making gave an added dimension to their relationship. One Isobel hadn’t expected. She couldn’t remember being this happy before, even in the early days with Gary—in the days before they’d tried for a family. Before Gary had accused her of putting her job before their baby, the last time she’d miscarried. An accusation that was so far beyond unfair, it was untrue. She’d wanted a baby just as much as he had. And if the midwife had put her on bedrest for her entire pregnancy, she would’ve done it for the sake of their child.

      She shook herself.

       Not now.

      Though now she’d agreed to marry Alex, the question of babies rose uppermost in her mind. He’d been so casual about it, saying that if it happened, it happened, and he’d be guided by her. But when she told him just how much she wanted a baby, would it make him run?

      And there were no guarantees she could even have a baby.

      Then there was his new job. Although he was based in England, it would still involve a fair amount of travelling. So his lifestyle wasn’t really going to fit in with being a dad.

      She needed to talk to him about this. Before the engagement and wedding plans went too far. It was just a matter of finding the right time.

      The following Thursday morning, Alex was not only up at the crack of dawn, he was wearing a suit.

      Isobel blinked. ‘Blimey. You really are trying to impress the interviewers.’

      ‘No. I’m giving them a chance to see me as a consultant,’ he corrected. ‘Someone who can talk to the money people—they already know I can do the other side of the job.’

      ‘The last time I saw you in a suit, it was Flora’s christening.’

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