The Millionaire's Pregnant Wife. Sandra Field
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a sales pitch, Luke. Fast. “I own a resort on a little island in the Bahamas,” he said with another big smile. “My good friend Rico Albeniz is flying down there later this week to spend a few days—have you heard of him?” When she nodded, he went on, “I’ll call him tonight. You and I will fly down there tomorrow, and you can have a lesson or two with him.”
“With Rico Albeniz? He wouldn’t even look at me—he’s famous!”
“He’ll look at you. If I ask him to.”
“Money talks?” she said coldly, forking up some chips.
“He’s my friend,” Luke said, an edge to his voice.
“Sorry,” she muttered. “But—”
“I haven’t finished,” Luke said patiently. “While we’re there, you and I will share a bed. Have an affair. Don’t you see? Travel, torrid sex, and the chance to paint—you can cross three things off your list at once.”
“How very efficient,” she said, in an unreadable voice.
“It’s called time-management,” he added with a touch of smugness, and took another mouthful of fish.
“Spoken like a businessman.”
He leaned forward. “You want me, Kelsey, and I want you—as I swear I’ve never wanted a woman before. You’re as far from my usual kind of lover as you can be, and I should be running in the opposite direction. I don’t normally babble on about pearls or orphanages or my mother, and I don’t know why I’m doing it with you. But I do know one thing—I won’t rest until I have you in my bed.”
He seemed to have finished all he had to say. He dabbed his last mouthful of fish in tartar sauce. Kelsey was gaping at him, her fork partway to her mouth, her eyes dazed. “I can’t have an affair with—”
“Why can’t you?”
“To start with, I can’t go away tomorrow. Just like that. I have…responsibilities.” Her voice died to a whisper.
“No, you don’t. The last one left for forestry school a few days ago.”
Kelsey swallowed a French fry that tasted like cardboard. She needed a haircut, she thought crazily, she couldn’t go away. “I have to sell the house.”
“You’ll be in much better shape to do so after a holiday.”
“I don’t have any—”
“—money? I’m writing you a check this evening for the last three days. The flight’s free, because it’s on my private jet, and I own the resort—no room charge.”
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