His Brand of Passion. Кейт Хьюит
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stared at him for at least thirty seconds, her gaze sweeping over him slowly, as if taking the measure of him—and finding it decidedly lacking. Not that he cared one iota about her opinion of him. Then she let out one short huff of laughter and looked away. ‘You know, I had a feeling you’d go that route.’
‘Of course I would,’ Aaron snapped. ‘I used protection.’
‘Well, Super Stud, we’re in the lucky two percent when that protection fails.’
‘That’s impossible.’
‘Statistically, no. Two percent does not equal impossible, genius.’
He closed his eyes for a second, willing himself not to lose his temper. He needed to stay in control of this conversation. ‘Very unlikely, then.’
‘I agree with you there.’ She gave a rather grim smile. She didn’t seem very pleased about this turn of events, Aaron realised. And she looked pale and drawn.
‘So what do you want?’ he asked, gazing at her levelly.
‘From you? Nothing. If you want to deny being this baby’s father, that’s fine with me. I was only telling you as a courtesy anyway.’ She met his gaze, grey eyes blazing, arms folded. Aaron felt a surge of alarm—as well as another tiny dart of admiration at her strength and courage.
‘So you intend to keep this baby.’
Her gaze never wavered from his but he saw shadows in her eyes, like ripples in water. ‘Yes.’
‘I could demand a paternity test, you know.’
‘Go right ahead. I looked into it, anyway. I can have one done at nine weeks.’ Her mouth curved in a humourless smile. ‘Then you’ll finally be able to put your mind at ease.’
Her utter certainty shook him. Was she bluffing, or did she really believe this baby was his? Could it be his? The thought was terrifying. And surely—surely—impossible? ‘How do you even know this baby is mine?’ he asked in a low voice.
She pressed her lips together and glanced away. ‘Contrary to the impression you’ve obviously formed of me, I don’t sleep around. You’re the only candidate, hot shot.’
He felt shock bolt through him as he acknowledged for the first time that she was actually pregnant with his baby. His child. He let out a long, slow breath, then lifted his grim gaze to hers. ‘All right, then. How much do I have to pay you to have an abortion?’
Zoe blinked and sat back as if he’d struck her. She felt literally winded by his callous cruelty. The sweet passion she’d felt in his arms felt like a distant memory, absurd in light of their relationship—or lack of it—now.
‘You really are a first-class jerk,’ she said slowly. ‘You couldn’t pay me anything. I want to have this baby.’
His mouth tightened. ‘Your life is hardly set up for a baby, Zoe.’
She bristled even as she recognised the stinging truth of his words. ‘What do you know about my life?’
‘You work in a coffee shop.’
‘So?’
‘You live in a fifth-floor walk-up in a bad neighbourhood.’
‘It’s a fine neighbourhood,’ she snapped. ‘And plenty of people who aren’t millionaires living in mansions have babies.’
Aaron folded his arms. ‘Why do you even want this baby?’
‘Why don’t you?’ Zoe flung back. Aaron didn’t answer, although she saw how he glanced away, as if he didn’t want to answer the question.
‘Well?’ she demanded. ‘I’m not asking you for anything, you know. I’ll sign whatever piece of paper you want promising never to ask you for money or help, or even acknowledge you as the father. You don’t have to be on the birth certificate. You’re free, Aaron.’ She flung her arms wide, the gesture mocking. ‘Breathe a sigh of relief, because you don’t have to have a single thing to do with this baby. I’d rather you didn’t. But I’m keeping it.’
Aaron turned to gaze at her once more, his face utterly without expression. ‘Twenty thousand dollars,’ he said in a low voice.
Zoe’s lips parted but no sound came out. ‘Twenty thousand dollars,’ she repeated tonelessly.
‘Fifty thousand,’ Aaron answered. ‘More money than you’ve ever had in your life, I’m sure.’
‘To have an abortion?’ she clarified. He blinked, set his jaw even as his gaze flicked away once more. Even he wasn’t willing to put it into such stark words. She stared at him for a long moment, wondering if he actually thought she might consider his offer for so much as a single second. ‘You’re serious,’ she said, and with obvious effort he glanced at her again.
‘I’m just trying to be reasonable.’
‘You call this reasonable?’
Aaron’s jaw tightened and for a second, no more, he looked almost panicked. ‘I—I can’t be a father.’
She let out a harsh, ragged laugh. ‘Guess what? I’m not asking you to.’
‘Zoe, think about it.’
She shook her head, nausea roiling inside her. It would serve him right if she were sick all over his precious car. ‘Go to hell,’ she finally said, her voice raw and, with the limo stopped at a traffic light, she got out.
Zoe walked down Christopher Street with her legs shaking. She felt physically ill, worse than any morning sickness she’d experienced so far. She thought of Aaron’s unyielding expression as he’d offered her more money than she’d ever had before to get rid of their child.
Helplessly she turned aside and retched onto the sidewalk pavement. People hurried by, oblivious. Zoe didn’t think she’d ever felt more wretched and alone. She’d dated plenty of commitment-phobic jerks in her time, but never someone as deliberately cold and cruel as Aaron Bryant. And he was her baby’s father.
She straightened, took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. ‘I hope, kid,’ she muttered, ‘that you favour my side of the family.’
By the time she returned to the café she thought she’d got herself more or less under control, although she obviously didn’t fool Violet. The other woman raised her eyebrows as Zoe came in, handing a coffee to a customer.
‘So that didn’t go well,’ she said as Zoe came behind the counter and reached for her apron. She just shrugged in response.
‘Let me guess,’ Violet said after they’d dealt with the latest trickle of customers and the café was mostly empty. ‘That was the father.’ Zoe nodded. Violet waited a few seconds. ‘And?’
Another shrug. ‘He’s not thrilled.’
‘We’re talking serious understatement here, right?’
‘Maybe.’ Zoe took a breath and tried to banish the sight of Aaron’s cold, autocratic expression as he’d offered her fifty thousand dollars. ‘To be fair, it had to have been a huge shock.’
‘To you, too.’
‘Yes, but even so—’ She stopped and shook her head. Why on earth was she defending Aaron to Violet, or to anyone? Why did she insist on believing the best about guys who didn’t deserve it? And Aaron Bryant most definitely didn’t deserve it. He was a cold-hearted bastard and she wouldn’t give him one iota of her compassion or understanding.
And yet he was her baby’s father. They were linked, fundamentally and forever, no matter what his actions. That counted for something, whether she wanted it to or not. She let out a long, slow breath and turned to Violet. ‘Anyway, it doesn’t matter. He’s not going to be involved.’
Violet frowned. ‘You’re going to raise this kid on your