Married For Their Miracle Baby. Сорейя Лейн

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       CHAPTER TWO

      SAFFRON OPENED HER eyes and quickly closed them. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head. She’d never had firsthand experience with what to do the morning after, and nothing clever was springing to mind. What had she been thinking?

      “Morning.”

      She took a deep breath and slowly slipped the covers down, clutching them tight to her chest as she sat up. Blake was standing in the doorway, looking just as chiseled and sexy and gorgeous as he had the night before. No wonder she’d ended up in his bed. He crossed the room and sat on the bed beside her.

      “Ah, morning,” she finally stammered, clearing her throat and trying to pull herself together. She didn’t usually lack in confidence, but then again she didn’t usually have to deal with handsome men so early in the morning. Saffron ran her tongue over her teeth, wishing she could have had ten minutes in the bathroom before having to face Blake.

      “So I need to show you something,” he said, eyebrows drawn together as he leaned closer.

      It was only then she realized he was holding an iPad. Curious, she reached for it.

      “What is it?”

      “You know how we didn’t want to talk about our personal lives or our work?”

      Saffy nodded. She didn’t understand what he was trying to tell her. Until she looked at the screen.

      “Oh,” she blurted.

      “I think we probably should have had that conversation,” Blake muttered. “Maybe we could have taken a back exit and made sure no one saw us.”

      Saffy kept hold of the covers with one hand and swiped through the photos with the other. There was Blake with his hand to her back, Blake laughing, her laughing with her head tipped back and her eyes locked on his, and there was them getting into his town car. Paired with headlines screaming that Blake was one of the city’s most eligible bachelors and naming her as one of ballet’s finest forgotten stars. The description stung.

      She swallowed away the emotion in her throat, the familiar burn behind her eyes that always hit when she thought about her career. When she passed the iPad back and glanced up at Blake, she wished she hadn’t.

      “Hey, it’s not so bad,” he said, discarding the iPad and leaning over. He reached for her hand and lifted it, kissing the soft skin on the inside of her arm.

      Saffy smiled. This was how she’d ended up in his bed! He was so smooth yet seemed so genuine at the same time, although hearing that he was such a prized bachelor only made her wonder if he’d expertly played her to get her into bed.

      “You’re really upset about it, aren’t you? I was hoping you wouldn’t think it was that big a deal being papped.”

      She shrugged. “I don’t care about being seen with you, or the photos. It’s the headlines that sting,” Saffy admitted.

      Blake looked confused. “I’m not sure I’m following. You do realize that the whole bachelor thing has been completely blown out of proportion, right? It’s rubbish.”

      Saffy shook her head. “It hurts to read that I’m a washed-up former ballerina. Sometimes the truth stings more than we realize.”

      Blake kept hold of her hand, staring into her eyes. “You look far too young to be washed up, surely.”

      “I’ll give you points for being kind, but I’m not too young, not in the ballet world. My body broke down on me, so I’m out.”

      He chuckled. “By out, you mean injured, right? Taking some time out? From what I’ve read this morning, you’re pretty incredible.”

      Now it was Saffy chuckling. “You’ve been googling me?”

      He shrugged. “Yeah. I’m an early riser. I saw this, and I’ve been reading up about you ever since.”

      She liked that he was at least honest. He could have lied and not admitted to it, but he was obviously curious about who he’d spent the night with. And if she was honest, she was starting to get pretty intrigued about him, too.

      “What did it say?” Saffy wasn’t clutching the sheet quite so tightly now, not as concerned as she had been about him seeing her.

      “From what I’ve read, you came to New York as a teenager, wowed all the right people and eventually landed your dream role as lead in Swan Lake last year.”

      Saffron smiled. “Sounds about right.” She wasn’t sure she wanted to talk about it, not anymore. For years ballet had been her life, since she was a little girl in love with the idea of being a pretty dancer to a determined teenager and a dedicated adult. She’d lived and breathed her dream all her life, which was why she was at such a loss now. How did anyone move on if they’d lost the one thing that meant more to them than anything else?

      Blake surprised her by stroking her face, his thumb caressing her cheek as he stared into her eyes. “I know the feeling.”

      She smiled, but it was forced. There was no way he knew how she was feeling. “You don’t happen to have coffee, do you?” she asked, hoping he’d say yes then go and make her a cup so she had a little privacy.

      “Sure do.” Blake pulled back then rose, and the moment was over. He looked down at her, his height imposing. He was already dressed, barefoot but wearing СКАЧАТЬ