Pregnancy Of Passion

‘Pretending it did not happen is not coping.”

Suddenly she knew. He wanted to force a confrontation. The man who found talking about his feelings right up there with Chinese water torture wanted to talk things out. She could see it in his eyes, in the stubborn set of his jaw.

She couldn’t bear it. Rehashing the past would only hurt more, not heal.

He didn’t realize that of course. Because he was not hampered by the soul-destroying pain of a betrayed love. He had never felt anything more for her than sexual lust.

Desperate to avoid the confrontation she sensed was coming, she took the lesser of two evils.

‘you said you’d take me to dinner.”

‘We need to talk, Elisa.”

She ignored that.

‘l’m really tired. I’d prefer not to cook tonight.”

His frown expressed his irritation with her refusal to talk, but in the end, and to her undying shock, he nodded.

‘AII right. If you do not need to change clothes, we can go.”

‘Just let me fix my hair and put on some lipstick.”

Again he agreed giving her a much needed reprieve from his presence as she closed herself into the tiny cubicle that served as her bathroom.

Salvatore swore with frustration. He had believed it would be difficult to overcome her aversion to him but had not been prepared for it to be almost impossible.

Elisa was not just angry with him. She hated him.

She had lost her baby because of him. She’d never said so, but their final argument, the stress of that confrontation had no doubt precipitated the miscarriage. It was a guilt he’d learned to live with, but he would not live with the knowledge he had done nothing to make it right.

However, it was patently obvious she was not prepared for talk of marriage yet.

He had to woo her. His mouth twisted cynically. He knew how he wanted to woo her. In bed.

Seducing her would be far easier than talking the stubborn woman round to his way of seeing things.

He would enjoy it more too.

She might not like it, but her body still reacted to him almost helplessly. Her pulse had increased with the barest touch of his hand on her neck. Given enough time and close proximity, it would simply be a matter of when they made it back into each other’s arms.

No matter what had gone before back in her bed was a place he definitely wanted to be. Even marriage was not too high a price to pay to know that all her passion all her fire would belong to him.

Elisa came out of the bathroom looking fragile, but lovely. She’d brushed out her hair and pulled it back with a clip. Her face had more color than it had earlier, but that was probably due to makeup rather than an improvement in her feelings. Not that her green eyes revealed anything. Their usually animated depths were blank of any emotion.

‘Are you ready?” she asked her voice as flat as her expression.

He detested that flatness wanted to experience Elisa as she had been a year ago, not this buttoned-down stranger. But he had won one victory’, he would consolidate his position before demanding more.

‘l’m ready ” Just those two words and her eyelids flinched. He wanted to curse. He’d been a stupid bastard a year ago. Even if she was like her mother as her father had said she’d been different in one key way.

She’d wanted to marry him when she discovered she was pregnant.

He still wasn’t sure the baby was his. They’d only been together a month when she told him she was pregnant. .

.What were the chances? But even so he had decided to risk them because he had wanted her in his bed and in his life on a permanent basis. He’d made that decision too late and lived to regret his tardiness and stupidity.

‘Let’s go.” He took her hand to lead her from the apartment.